“What are you doing here?” she said, as he came up.
“Enjoying myself. Aren’t you?”
“Oh, I come here every day from four to five. I don’t think one does any good if one works straight through.”
“May I sit down for a minute?” he said.
“If you want to.”
“That doesn’t sound very cordial,” he laughed.
“I’m not much of a one for saying pretty things.”
Philip, a little disconcerted, was silent as he lit a cigarette.
“Did Clutton say anything about my work?” she asked suddenly.
“No, I don’t think he did,” said Philip.
