I therefore left it to her to make the first advance. She began: "'Ave you got to sit there the 'ole of the afternoon, dearie?"
I confirmed that apprehension.
"Well, I do call it a shame; and you looking so blue with the cold."
With that I was in cordial agreement.
"Are they going to bring you tea, dearie, at 'arf-time?"
Alas, no. Under sergeant's sanction we might be permitted to buy a pork-pie from opposite, but this must be taken as unofficial and in confidence.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked.
"Zeppelins, Madam," I replied.
"Zeppelins—what would they be?"
She nodded a vigorous understanding of my explanation.