“It’s awful,” he gasped, almost to himself.
She did not say anything more, she turned away from him, and looked down at the pavement. He felt that his face was distorted with misery.
“Isn’t there anywhere we can go and talk?”
“I don’t want to talk,” she said sullenly. “Leave me alone, can’t you?”
The thought struck him that perhaps she was in urgent need of money and could not afford to go away at that hour.
“I’ve got a couple of sovereigns on me if you’re hard up,” he blurted out.
“I don’t know what you mean. I was just walking along here on my way back to my lodgings. I expected to meet one of the girls from where I work.”
“For God’s sake don’t lie now,” he said.
Then he saw that she was crying, and he repeated his question.
“Can’t we go and talk somewhere? Can’t I come back to your rooms?”