Look at him with that girl now.

Somebody'll spot it, and they'll keep an eye on him.
Next time he meets her on the sly he'll be caught out, and be up for it.
Damned silly fool, I think! The bally girl's only a waitress from Lyons." Peter glanced at Mackay.

He was leaning back holding the menu, which she, with covert glances at the cashier's desk, was trying to take away from him.

"Isobel," he said, "I say, come here--no, I really want to see it--tell me, when do you get out next ?" "We don't get no leave worth talking of, you know," she said.

"Besides, you don't mean it.