She had never accepted him so much, never arranged so successfully for making him chatter while she carried on secret conversations.

This separate commerce was with herself; and if they both practised a great thrift she had quite mastered that of merely spending words enough to keep him imperturbably and continuously going.
He was charmed with the panorama, not knowing--or at any rate not at all showing that he knew--what far other images peopled her mind than the women in the navy caps and the shop-boys in the blazers.

His observations on these types, his general interpretation of the show, brought home to her the prospect of Chalk Farm.

She wondered sometimes that he should have derived so little illumination, during his period, from the society at Cocker's.

But one evening while their holiday cloudlessly waned he gave her such a proof of his quality as might have made her ashamed of her many suppressions.