He sunk his head between his shoulders and glared down at the table.

No doubt she would begin to gibe at him before long.
Most women did.

He prepared himself to meet with patience that incredible sting and penetrating hurt of a woman's mockery.
But there was no mockery forthcoming.

The sun was still not up when he paid his bill and hastened to the door of the old building.

Quick footsteps followed him, a hand touched his shoulders, and he turned and looked suspiciously down into the face of the girl.