"You don't think there's time for us to go and have a little dinner somewhere? Just a cosy little dinner at some quiet little restaurant?"
"Good gracious, no! I'm running it very fine as it is." She looked at him closely. "But, Georgie darling, you're starving. I can see it. You're quite pale and worn-out. When did you last have anything to eat?"
"Eat? Eat? I don't remember."
"What did you do after that business this afternoon?"
"I—well, I walked around for awhile. And then I hung about in the bushes for awhile, hoping you would come out. And then—I believe I went to the station and took a train or something."
"You poor darling! Go and eat something at once."
"Why can't I come back to Hempstead with you?"
"Because you can't."
"What hotel will you go to to-night?"
"I don't know. But I'll come and see you for a minute before I go there."