She flared up.
“You won’t come because you don’t want to. I don’t know what you’ve been doing the last few days, you’ve been quite different.”
He looked at his watch.
“I’m afraid I’ll have to be going,” he said.
“You won’t come tomorrow?”
“No.”
“In that case you needn’t trouble to come again,” she cried, losing her temper for good.
“That’s just as you like,” he answered.
“Don’t let me detain you any longer,” she added ironically.
He shrugged his shoulders and walked out. He was relieved that it had gone no worse. There had been no tears. As he walked along he congratulated himself on getting out of the affair so easily. He went into Victoria Street and bought a few flowers to take in to Mildred.