The fact of having no money to pay a 'bus fare reminded
her how the cab was waiting outside.
"You've forgotten your cab," she remarked.
"What cab?"
"The one you told to wait outside."
"What of it?"
"Won't he charge?"
"Of course. What of it?"
"What an extravagance!" she commented.
She could say no more; a procession of dishes commenced: meats,
ices, sweetmeats, fruit, wines, coffee, liqueurs; all of which were
refused, first by Mavis, then by Windebank.
Mavis, who had been accustomed to consider carefully the spending of
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.
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