Perhaps you'd lend me Timmy, and, if it wouldn't be improper, one of the girls, now and again?
We might go round and look about a bit." And then he walked across to where she was standing, and put his hand on her arm, "How about you ?" he asked, "why shouldn't I take you and Timmy a little jaunt just for a week or so--that would be rather fun, eh ?" She smiled and shook her head.
He took a step back.

"Look here, Janet--do try and forgive me--I'm a more sensible chap than I was, honest Injun!" "I'm beginning to think you are," she cried, and then they both burst out laughing.
He lingered a moment.

He was longing, longing intensely, to ask her certain questions.

He wanted to know about Betty--what sort of a life Betty had made for herself.

He still, in an odd way, felt responsible for Betty--which was clearly absurd.
And then Janet Tosswill said something that surprised him very much.