Talk in a restaurant is dazed sleep-walkers' talk, so many things to look at--so much noise--other people talking.

Can one overhear?
Oh, but they mustn't overhear US.
"That's like Ellen Nagle--that girl ..." and so on.
"I'm awfully happy since I've known you, Jacob.

You're such a GOOD man." The room got fuller and fuller; talk louder; knives more clattering.
"Well, you see what makes her say things like that is ..." She stopped.

So did every one.
"To-morrow ...

Sunday ...