But he follows me about.

He'll drive me out of London, I know." They had reached Piccadilly Circus.
"Look back now," she said, "and see if he's following still." Waymark turned his head; the man was at a little distance behind.

He stopped when he saw himself observed, and stood on the edge of the pavement, tapping his boot with his cane.

He was a tall and rather burly fellow, well dressed, with a clean-shaven face.
"Let's make haste round the corner," the girl said, "and get into the restaurant.

You must have some supper with me." "I should be very happy, had I a penny in my pocket." "See how easily good deeds are forgotten," returned the other, laughing in the old way.