"I don't think you know quite how successfully you are paying me out," he said.
"I would rather not talk about it," she interrupted. "It can do no good. I have done as you asked me; I told you I could do no more, that you must expect nothing more."
There was a little silence.
"I'm sorry," said Jimmy stiltedly.
They lunched together.
"I'll get some tickets for a theatre to-night," Jimmy said. "That will kill the time, won't it?"
"I didn't say I found the time drag," she told him.
"No; but you look bored to death," he answered savagely.
It was such an extraordinary situation—that Christine should ever be bored with him. It cut Jimmy to the heart; he looked at her with anger.
She was leaning back in her chair, looking round the room. She was as little interested in him as he had once been in her.