'Well,' he mumbled, 'I s'pose we've gotta say something about it.'
'Not necessary,' Humphrey observed briskly.
'Well, but—we'll have to plan——'
'Not at all.'
'You mean—you——' Henry's voice broke and faltered.
'I mean——' Humphrey's voice was clear, sharp.
'Ssh! Not so loud, Hump.'
'I mean that since you've done this extraordinary thing without so much as consulting me, I will see it through. I don't want you for one minute to think that I like it. God knows what it's going to mean—having women running in there! My privacy was the only thing I had. You've chosen to wreck it without a by-your-leave. I'll be ready at eight. And I'll see that the door of your room is shut.'
With which he rose, handed his ticket to Mrs Stanley to be punched, and left the restaurant.
Henry walked the streets, through gathering clouds of sand-flies, until it was time to call at Mrs Henderson's.