"You are cross now, but you'll see it as I do half an hour hence."
"No, I won't!" he insisted.
She laughed: "You haven't changed, at all events, have you? It takes me back years to see that rather becoming scowl gather over the bridge of your ornamental nose. But it is very nice to know that you haven't entirely forgotten me; that we are still friends."
"Where are you living, Cynthia?"
She told him, adding: "Do you really mean to come?"
"Watch me!" he said, almost savagely, took off his hat, shook her hand until her fingers ached, and marched off still scowling.
The stage loafers shifted quids and looked after him with sneers.
"Trun out!" observed one.
"All off!" nodded another.
The third merely spat and slowly closed his disillusioned and leisure-weary eyes.