“Wish I—I hadn’t met you now,” she said, with a catch in her voice.
“Don’t let it ’appen again.”
“I’ll never speak to you,” sobbed Trixie Bell, “never no more in all my life.”
“Best bit of news I’ve ’eard for a age.”
“Don’t you expect—don’t you expect me ever to take notice of you in future, mind.”
“If you do,” said Bobbie, “I shall be under the pineful necessity of knocking your ’ead clean off.”
“Goo’-bye,” said the girl hesitatingly.
The tall young man on the seat behind leaned forward as Trixie Bell disappeared down the steps of the tram. He tapped Bobbie on the shoulder.
“You behaved rather discourteously, sir, to your fair companion,” he said.