“Some people would do better to mind their own business,” she retorted.
She left them, and, since for a minute or two there was no one to attend to, sat down and looked at the evening paper which a customer had left behind him.
“You are a fool to put her back up,” said Dunsford.
“I’m really quite indifferent to the attitude of her vertebrae,” replied Philip.
But he was piqued. It irritated him that when he tried to be agreeable with a woman she should take offence. When he asked for the bill, he hazarded a remark which he meant to lead further.
“Are we no longer on speaking terms?” he smiled.
“I’m here to take orders and to wait on customers. I’ve got nothing to say to them, and I don’t want them to say anything to me.”
She put down the slip of paper on which she had marked the sum they had to pay, and walked back to the table at which she had been sitting. Philip flushed with anger.
“That’s one in the eye for you, Carey,” said Dunsford, when they got outside.
“Ill-mannered slut,” said Philip. “I shan’t go there again.”