“Yes; I beg your pardon.”
“Good day!” she said.
“Good day!” he replied.
He returned reluctantly to his pitch. He felt that he deserved his dismissal. It was a very foolish thing to have shown that he was something of a scholar. Evidently she considered that he was putting on side.
He sat down and made a sandwich. He felt that he could eat it with some enjoyment if he were seated on the other side of her square of newspaper. As it was....
The girl gave a short laugh.
“I’m afraid I’m a great nuisance,” she began apologetically.
“Not at all. Far from it.” There was another chance, then.
“You haven’t got such a thing as a touch of mustard, I suppose?”
“Oh yes, I have. Almost quite fresh.”