He accepted ungraciously the cup handed to him by Mrs.Fyne, took an unwilling sip or two and put it down as if there were some moral contamination in the coffee of these "swells." Between whiles he directed mysteriously inexpressive glances at little Fyne, who, I gather, had no breakfast that morning at all.
Neither had the girl.

She never moved her hands from her lap till her appointed guardian got up, leaving his cup half full.
"Well.

If you don't mean to take advantage of this lady's kind offer I may just as well take you home at once.

I want to begin my day--I do." After a few more dumb, leaden-footed minutes while Flora was putting on her hat and jacket, the Fynes without moving, without saying anything, saw these two leave the room.
"She never looked back at us," said Mrs.Fyne.

"She just followed him out.