He ordered roast beef hash with a poached egg, spareribs with boiled cauliflower, and two charlotte russes. The very sounds made her shiver. She glanced about uneasily; but the restaurant was deserted, except for a fat German in a far corner, languidly dipping his heavy mustache into a foaming stein of beer.
"Josh," she said suddenly, extending her hand where Lindaberry's ring shone, "I'm engaged!"
"Oh, that's all right!" he said, spreading his napkin, from the second button of his coat, and bisecting a loaf of bread.
"You don't understand!"
"Don't I? Of course I do! You're engaged? Well, I expected that! Not the first time, is it? It's a convenient sort of state to be in. That doesn't worry me!"
"If I'd known where to write you, I should have let you know!"
"Good reason why I kept quiet!"
"And," she said suddenly, producing the hundred-dollar bill. "I should have paid you this back long ago!"
He frowned and drew back in his chair, his knife in his fist, rather comic than terrible.
"Here! I don't like that! Not in the rules of the game!"