'Yes. But he's awfully decent.' There was a pause.

'And what are you going to do about Julius?' he asked.

'Nothing,' she said. 'I shall just ignore him.'

'You've done with him altogether?' But she turned aside her face
sullenly, and did not answer the question.

Another young man came hurrying up to the table.

'Hallo Birkin! Hallo PUSSUM, when did you come back?' he said eagerly.

'Today.'

'Does Halliday know?'

'I don't know. I don't care either.'

'Ha-ha! The wind still sits in that quarter, does it? Do you mind if I
come over to this table?'

'I'm talking to Wupert, do you mind?' she replied, coolly and yet
appealingly, like a child.

'Open confession--good for the soul, eh?' said the young man. 'Well, so
long.'

And giving a sharp look at Birkin and at Gerald, the young man moved
off, with a swing of his coat skirts.