a penny, was appalled at the waste. She had hoped that Windebank,
after seeing how she was resolved to keep her word, would have
countermanded the expensive supper he had ordered; failing this,
that the management of the restaurant would not charge for the
unconsumed meats and wine. Windebank would have been flattered could
he have known of Mavis's consideration for his pocket.

He and the girl talked when the attendants were out of the way, to
stop conversing when they were immediately about them; the two would
resume where they had left off, directly they were sure of not being
overheard.

"Just imagine, if you were little Mavis Keeves grown up," began
Windebank.

"Never mind about her," replied Mavis uneasily.

"But I do. I loved her, the cheeky little wretch."

"Was she?"

"A little flirt, too."

"Oh no."

"Fact. I think it made me love her all the more."

"Are you trying to make me jealous?" she asked, making a sad little
effort to be light-hearted.