She had on a different hat, and the earlier hour showed him the shining of her eyes above the raddled cheeks.
"We could go down in the park a piece," he suggested as they turned in together along the parapet.

There was a delicate damp smell coming up from it on the night, like the Bloombury lanes.
"You're regular country, aren't you ?" There was an accent of impatience in her tone, "I haven't had my supper yet." "Well, what do you say to a piece of roast beef and a cup of coffee ?" Peter had planned this magnificence as he came along fingering his pay envelope.

He knew just the place, he told her.

The feeling of his proper male ascendency as he drew her through the crowd was a tonic to him; the man tossing pancakes in the window where he hesitated looking for the ladies' entrance seemed quite to enjoy doing it, as though he had known all along there was to be company.
"Oh, I don't care for any of these places." Peter felt her pull at his elbow.

"I'll show you." They went along then, brushing lightly shoulder to shoulder until they came to one of those revolving doors from which gusts of music issued.