"I wanted to have a talk with you," he answered.
"A talk; you like a talk with me?"
"Yes, surely."
She still stared at him with pathetic eyes. He had stood up.
"Oh," she said. "Well, dearie, I'm glad."
Julian took up his hat.
"I'm going out too," she said.
"Are you?"
"Yes."
She threw a sidelong glance at him, then added hardily, although her painted lips were suddenly quivering: