He drew his chair a little nearer to hers.
"When shall we go out together again?"
"When you like—I can go on Saturday if you care about it."
He pulled a long face.
"Saturday! Why, that's another three days."
"Well, we can't go every day," she protested, laughing. "Besides, don't you have to work?"
"Yes, I'm in the guv'nor's office, but he's away to-day, so I took French leave."
"What will he say?"
"He won't know, and I don't care if he does; it's been worth it!"
He was silent for a moment, then broke out again: "My guv'nor's an old pig, you know; he's worth pots of money, but he won't do a thing for me. I hate an indoor job; I wanted to go to sea, but no! He drove me into his beastly office, and I loathe it."