“You might have taken one of them straight away, instead of disturbing the whole place,” exclaimed Reggie, very peevish himself, but peculiarly impatient of that defect in others.
“That woman has nothing else to do: why shouldn’t I disturb her? And she was very impudent; I have a good mind to report her.”
“If you do, I shall go and say that she was nothing of the sort.”
“This is a disgusting place; I can’t think why you suggested it. Anyhow, I’ll have some sweets to make up.”
Looking round, she saw a box of chocolates, elaborately decorated with ribands and artificial violets.
“You can get those for me, I love sweets—don’t you?”
“Yes, when somebody else pays for them.”
She threw back her head and laughed boisterously, so that people turned round and looked. Reggie grew vexed.
“I wish you wouldn’t make such a row. Everyone’s staring at you.”
“Well, let them! Give me a cigarette.”