I say, what a brick you are! Would you mind telling me your name ?" "Grant--Celia Grant," she told him, without hesitation.
"Mine's Rex--Reggie Rex," he said.

"I've often noticed you and wondered what kind of work you did--But I beg your pardon; I mustn't disturb you any longer." They both fell to work, and Celia heard his fountain-pen racing over the paper; once or twice he chuckled, as if he were enjoying a joke; but very soon Celia forgot him; and when, at last, she looked up from her work, she found his place empty; but on going out for her lunch she saw him standing by one of the pillars of the portico.

He blushed at sight of her, moved forward, hesitated, then approached her.
"You're going to an A.B.C.for your lunch ?" he said, with a mixture of a man's timidity and a boy's audacity.

"May I--will you let me come with you?
I feel as if I hadn't thanked you enough; I couldn't do it in that stuffy old hole, where you can't speak above your breath." He took Celia's silence for consent, and they went together to the big shop in Oxford Street, and seated themselves at a table.

They both ordered a cup of tea and a roll and butter; Celia would have liked to have added the omnipotent bun, but refrained; for, somehow, she knew that he could not afford one.
"Do you like the life, in there ?" he asked, jerking his head in the direction of the Museum.