"I think it's time I went home," she said, and broke off sharply as the door swung open and Peg Fraser walked into the shop.
Faith hardly knew if she was glad or sorry to be so discovered. She gripped her hands hard.
Peg came slowly down between the tables, her eyes looking to right and left in search of a vacant seat; suddenly they fell upon Faith.
She made a quick little movement towards her; then stopped, staring.
Faith smiled nervously. She did not know why, but her heart seemed to stop beating, when Peg turned on her heel without a word or sign of recognition, and sat down at a table at the far end of the room.
The man had not noticed anything; he turned to ask for his bill. Presently he looked up at Faith.
"We will go, if you really wish it," he said.
"Please." She followed him from the shop, not daring to raise her eyes to where Peg sat. Some strange emotion kept her from doing so.
Out in the street the sky had grown overcast. Heavy drops were spattering the pavement. "We'd better have a taxicab," the man said.
Faith stood on the kerb while he went in pursuit of a taxicab. It seemed wonderful to her that anybody should have so much money that a taxicab was an ordinary everyday luxury. It was raining steadily by the time they drove away. The man pulled up the window.