He took a cup and saucer and a knife and plate from an adjoining table and put them down opposite his own.
"Come on," he said, "and have your tea!"
"Och, I couldn't," she protested weakly.
He poured out some of the tea for her, "I suppose you take milk and sugar?" he said.
"You're a terrible fellow," she murmured admiringly, and he could see that her eyes were shining with pleasure.
"Draw up to the table," he replied.
She hesitated for a little while, and then she sat down. "This is not very like the thing," she murmured.
"It doesn't matter whether it is or not," he replied. "What'll you have ... bread or soda-farl?"
She helped herself.
"You know," he said, "I was thinking it would be a good plan for the two of us to go to the theatre to-night!"