"Yes, do," she said.
They moved towards the Circus.
"Where shall we go?" Julian said. "Have you any pet place?"
"I don't know—oh, the Monico," she replied.
The restaurant was right in front of them. They dodged across to the island, thence to the opposite pavement, and passed in silently. The outer hall was thronged with people. So was the long inner room, and for a moment they stood in the doorway looking for a table. At length Julian caught sight of an empty one far down under the clock at the end. They made their way to it and sat down.
"What will you have?" Julian asked Cuckoo.
She considered, sinking back on the plush settee.
"A glass of stout, I think, and—"
"And a bun," he interposed, smiling in recollection of their first interview.
But Cuckoo did not smile or seem to recognize the allusion.