I supposed she meant Jennie. I didn't answer.
She only spoke once more. This was at the embarcadère, as she stepped on to the vedette.
"Don't wait," she said. "I suppose I shall be seeing you in London some time."
IV
Alec had had nothing new to say to Madge. Only the variations had been a little more elaborate. The thing was as lunatic to him as ever, and it all came of not stopping in one's own country. Things like that never happened at his office in Victoria Street or on the Rectory Ground at Blackheath.
"You can stay on here if you like, but I'm off back," he said. "And the next time you catch me in France or anywhere else foreign you can tell me about it. And you can let me know when they're married. Does that three-eighteen run to-day, or is that another of their Sundays-and-week-days excepted?"
"The waiter will tell you," said Madge.
"Damn the waiter," said Alec.