"Indeed, all my future life depends upon what you are going to say next." Helen breathed deeply and happily.
"And--what am I going to say ?" "How can I know that ?" demanded Philip.

"Am I a mind reader ?" But what she said may be safely guessed from the fact that they both chucked Lady Woodcotes luncheon, and ate one of penny buns, which they shared with the bears in Regents Park.
Philip was just able to pay for the penny buns.

Helen paid for the taxi-cab..