"
"I suppose we should turn back."
"Yes, it's getting late."
"It will seem hours until to-morrow."
"And to me too."
They were at the end of the Green Park. There was no one
there. They kissed and clung together and Maggie's hand was
warm inside his coat. Then they turned back and entered the
real world once more . . .
"Now we must have our matinee," Martin said. Maggie could not refuse
and besides she herself wanted it so badly. Also the three weeks
were drawing to a close, and although she did not know what was in
store for them, she felt, in some mysterious way, that trouble was
coming.
"Yes, we'll have our matinee," she said.
It was a terrific excitement for her, apart altogether from her love
for Martin. She had, of course, never been to a theatre. She could
not imagine in the least what it was like. It so happened, by a
wonderful chance, that a note came from Katherine Mark asking her to
tea. She showed this to the aunts and said that she would accept it.
She wrote to Katherine Mark and refused and told Martin that for
that Wednesday afternoon she was quite free until at least seven
o'clock.
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