He was abashed by her quiet smile."Well then--Sunday,"he murmured:"Good-bye."She put her cheek forward for him to kiss.
"Good-bye,"he said again;"take care of yourself."And he went out,not looking towards the figure on the bench.He drove home by way of Hammersmith;that he might stop at a place he knew of and tell them to send her in two dozen of their best Burgundy.She must want picking-up sometimes!Only in Richmond Park did he remember that he had gone up to order himself some boots,and was surprised that he could have had so paltry an idea.