"No, no. Don't know the fellahs—I should feel out of it. Wiggers was right.—Besides, I'd rather stay with you."
Beatrice wondered if she had intended to make Tommy say that.
They wandered off through the hotel grounds and saw other couples doing the same. Doing rather more, in fact. After some search they found an empty bench and sat down.
Tommy's education had been in many ways a narrow one, but it had equipped him perfectly for making use of such situations as the present. He turned about on the bench, leaning one arm on its back and facing Beatrice's profile squarely.
"Jove!" he said reminiscently. "Haven't done that since Oxford."
"What?"
"That." He waved his head in the direction of the well populated shadows.
"Oh," answered Beatrice carelessly. The profound lack of interest in her tone had its effect.
"I did it to you once, by Jove! Remember?"
"No. You never did, Tommy; you know that perfectly well."