“You don’t mean to say you want to be with these people any longer—to walk as far as Paneperna for that?” said Heggen.
“We might meet an empty cab on the way.”
“How can you be bothered with them?—they are all drunk,” he added.
Jenny laughed in a languid way.
“So am I, I suppose.”
Heggen did not answer. They had reached the Piazza di Spagna when she stopped:
“You are not coming with us, then, Gunnar?”
“Yes, if you absolutely insist on going on—otherwise not.”
“You need not come for my sake. I can get home all right, you know.”