He said quietly, "The word thundering is singularly inappropriate. There's nothing thundering about me. I haven't calculated anything. As for hushing it up, I'm hushing it up myself, thank you. Haven't I told you I'm going to-morrow? Can't you see that I'm packing?"
He had evidently been trying to pack.
"And what," I asked, "is Miss Thesiger doing?"
"She's staying on here by herself a bit. In the pension. As if she'd come by herself."
He seemed entirely satisfied with his plan.
I said, "Look here, Jevons, that won't do. It's no good your going. You've been seen here. You're supposed to be staying in this hotel together. If you go and she stays—in that pension—you've deserted her. You've seduced her. You're tired of her—in five days—and you've left her."
"You don't suppose I have really?" said Jevons.
"I don't suppose anything. I don't know what you've done. I don't think I want to know. That's what it'll look like. Do, for God's sake, remember you've been seen."
He gathered a portion of his cheek into his mouth and sucked it.
"I suppose," he said, "it would look like that."