"Where will you wait for me?
In the shop ?" she asked.
"No--not there.

In the Cafe here--I am tired--I will sit down and drink a cup of coffee.

I think I have a little money--enough for that." He smiled faintly as he felt in his pockets.

Then his face fell.

On the previous evening, when they had led him away from the eating-house, he had carelessly given all he had--a mark and two pennies--to pay for his supper, throwing it to the fat hostess without any reckoning, as he went out.