“Oh, is the entertainment over?” asked Jill, disappointed. “I always arrive too late for everything.”
“One of these days you shall see me go through the whole programme, including shadow-boxing and the goose-step. Bring your friends! But at the moment I think it would be more of a treat for you to watch me eat an egg. Go and look at the view. From over there you can see Hoboken.”
“I’ve seen it. I don’t think much of it.”
“Well, then, on this side we have Brooklyn. There is no stint. Wander to and fro and enjoy yourself. The rendezvous is in the sitting-room in about four moments.”
Wally vaulted through the passage-window, and disappeared. Then he returned and put his head out.
“I say!”
“Yes?”
“Just occurred to me. Your uncle won’t be wanting this place for half an hour or so, will he? I mean, there will be time for me to have a bite of breakfast?”
“I don’t suppose he will require your little home till some time in the evening.”
“Fine!”