"Let's go to Hampstead!" he said, signalling to a taxi-driver. "Well have tea at Jack Straw's Castle!"
"Yes, let's!" she exclaimed.
She had tried to persuade him not to return to Ireland, but he had insisted that he must go because of his promise to Gilbert.
"Do you care for Gilbert more than you care for me?" she had asked, making him wonder at the casual way in which she spoke Gilbert's name. It seemed incredible, listening to her, that Gilbert had been her lover....
"It's hardly the same thing," he replied.
Then, after more pleading and anger, she had given in.
"Very well," she said, "I won't ask you again, and don't let's talk about it any more. Well enjoy to-day anyhow!"
The taxi-cab carried them swiftly to Hampstead.
"Well get out at the Spaniards' Road," he said, "and walk across the Heath. It's beautiful now!"
"All right," she answered.