Part 103 (2/2)
”I couldn't help myself.”
”You really, really cared?”
”A bit. And now I see what a fool you've been---”
”It won't make any difference,” she interrupted.
”What do you mean?” he asked quickly.
”It won't make any difference to me. I'm to be married any day now.”
”What's that?” he asked quickly.
Mavis repeated her statement.
”To whom?”
”The man I love; whom else?”
”Are you counting on that?”
”Of course,” she answered, surprised at the question.
She wondered what he could mean, but she could get no enlightenment from his face, which preserved a sphinx-like impenetrability.
”What are you thinking of?” she asked.
”How best to help you.”
”I'm not in need of help: besides, I can take care of myself.”
”H'm! Where were you going when I met you?”
”Shopping.”
”May I come too?”
”It wouldn't interest you.”
”How long can you spare?”
”Not long. Why?”
They had now reached the Wilton Road. By way of reply to her question, he elbowed her into one of the pretentious restaurants which lined the side of the thoroughfare on which they walked.
”I'm not hungry,” she protested.
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