360	ANGEL   PAVEMENT
hell 1—the gramophone's stopped. Shove another dance
record on and we'll try again."
They tried several times, with an interval during
which they had another cocktail each, and Turgis im-
proved considerably, and towards the end was holding
her as she wanted to be held, close to him, and had time
to enjoy the situation. When they stopped, his arm left
her waist reluctantly, and she did not seem to resent it.
She told him all about the dances she had been to in
Paris, and then, having come to the end of them, sud-
denly yawned. He glanced at the clock.
"Well," he said slowly, "I suppose I'd better be going
now."
"All right," she replied, yawning again. "I suppose
you had. I'm tired all at once—must be this rotten heavy
weather."
"What about all this stuff?" He pointed to the little
table.
"Oh, they don't matter. The maid will clear them in
the morning. She'll be in soon—unless her sailor boy's
persuaded her to stay out all night. And that would be
nice for me, wouldn't it?—here all night by myself. No,
she'll be in soon. I thought I heard her then."
Very slowly, reluctantly, Turgis put on his coat, care-
fully buttoning it and lingering over every button.
While he did this, he stared at her, wondering how he
could possibly say what was in his mind.
She, too, had been thoughtful. "Look here," she cried
at last. "Have you been to the Colladium this week?
Well, I haven't either, and I want to go, and I hate going
by myself. If I can get two seats for the first house to-
morrow night, will you come with me? I might go down
and sjet them tomorrow afternoon if I feel like it, i