He shook his head.
"Yes, yes," she insisted feverishly.
To pacify her he made a sort of attempt at breakfast, and felt the better for it. Together they progressed slowly towards the normal. At last the meal was over. Cuckoo lay back, feeling wonderfully better and calm and happy. But Julian's eyes were searching hers insistently.
"What have you been doing?" he said. "You've got to tell me. Starving!
What's the meaning of it?"
His voice sounded almost angry and threatening.
"I ain't got any money," she said.
"Why?"
She didn't answer.
"Why—I say?" he repeated.
"Because I've given up the street," she said simply.