At the sound of his laughter, Janet smiled with a whimsical look.
“You see life’s not so black, if one keeps a sense of humour!”
She proposed an evening at the theatre, after a little dinner in Soho. It was a good dinner, and a merry piece. Bertram laughed most because of Janet’s laughter.
Afterwards, when they stood together on the kerbstone hailing a taxi in St. Martin’s Lane, Janet put a hand on his arm, and said, “Where are you going now?”
“To my lonely little room.”
“No,” she said. “That’s not good for you. Is your father home?”
“He’s gone over to Belfast.”
“Well, come home with me, and help to make some hot cocoa.”
“Is that a good idea?”
He was startled by the invitation at that hour of the night.