“Why?” he asked, very short.
“Nothing. Only I’d rather not.”
“Very well.”
“But,” she faltered, “if you’d care to meet me, we could still go together.”
“Meet you where?”
“Somewhere — where you like.”
“I shan’t meet you anywhere. I don’t see why you shouldn’t keep calling for me. But if you won’t, I don’t want to meet you.”
So the Thursday evenings which had been so precious to her, and to him, were dropped. He worked instead. Mrs. Morel sniffed with satisfaction at this arrangement.