It wouldn't be quite nice for you to go to a music-hall to-night.

I know I said I was free for the evening, but I wasn't thinking.

It wasn't a hint--no, truly! I think I shall go home--and perhaps some other----" "I shall see you home," said he quickly.

Impulsive, again! "Would you really like to?
Can you ?" In the bluish glare of an electricity that made the street whiter than day, she blushed.

Yes, she blushed like a girl.
She led him up a side-street where was a kind of railway station unfamiliar to Priam Farll's experience, tiled like a butcher's shop and as clean as Holland.