“I’d forgotten. Well”—with a sudden impulse—“why not after it is over?”
“If you like.”
He rubbed his chin with his long, sensitive fingers, and nodded approvingly.
“You’d make a friend,” he said.
He could say things very attractively when he chose. The remark was a compliment to Eve and her sex.
II
Wynne’s part ended with the first act, but he waited at the stage door till the close of the play. Presently Eve came out and joined him.
Very small she looked wrapped in a long brown coat, with her hands tucked in the pockets. She wore a little close-fitting hat which accentuated the oval of her gravely piquant face.
“Which way?” she asked.
“Through Covent Garden, if we walk. Be jollier to walk, I think, don’t you?”