Wouldn't you like
something to eat?"
"I'm not hungry--now."
"Where do you usually feed?"
"At an Express Dairy."
"Eh!"
"You get a large cup of tea for tuppence there."
"A tea-shop! But it wouldn't be open so late."
"Lockhart's is."
"Lockhart's?"
"The Cocoa Rooms. In the 'First Class' you find quite a collection
of shabby gentility. And you'd never believe what a lot you can get
there for tuppence."
"Eh!"
"I'll tell you, you might find it useful some day; one never knows.
You can get a huge cup of tea or coffee--a bit stewed--but, at
least, it's warm; also, four huge pieces of bread and butter, and a
good, long, lovely rest."
"Good God!"
"For tuppence more you can get sausages; sixpence provides a meal; a
shilling a banquet. Can't we find a 'Lockhart'?"
The man said nothing. The cab drove onward. Mavis, now that her
resentment against Windebank's prosperity had found relief in words,
was sorry that she had spoken as she had. After all, the man's well-
being was entirely his own affair; it was not remotely associated
with the decline in the fortunes of her family. She would like to
say or do something to atone for her bitter words.
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