She thought of her rent due on Saturday and the baby’s keep, but did not say anything. They left the restaurant, and in the street Philip asked her:
“Shall I call a cab for you? I’m going to take a little stroll.”
“I haven’t got any money. I had to pay a bill this afternoon.”
“It won’t hurt you to walk. If you want to see me tomorrow I shall be in about tea-time.”
He took off his hat and sauntered away. He looked round in a moment and saw that she was standing helplessly where he had left her, looking at the traffic. He went back and with a laugh pressed a coin into her hand.