Another pause and then--
"What's your plans?"
"I don't know."
"I shouldn't think you did by the look of you. And how long do you suppose you're going to live, on the sum of one and fivepence?"
"I don't know."
"Well, I should say that with economy you could manage to live two hours--perhaps a little more, perhaps a little less; that's to say, an hour before you have your dinner and an hour after. Some could manage to stretch it out to tea, but you're not one. And when the money's gone how do you suppose you're going to get some more?"
"I don't know."
"Now don't you think that I'd better turn Mary Anne right round, and take you back again? You've had a pleasant little drive, you know, and the morning air's refreshing."
"I won't go, and you promised that you wouldn't."
"You'll wish you had about this time to-morrow; and perhaps a little before. However, a promise is a promise, so on we go. Know where you are?"