“Thank you very much,” said Philip, then in a moment: “Won’t you come and have tea with me somewhere?”
She looked at him quickly and flushed. When she reddened her pasty skin acquired a curiously mottled look, like strawberries and cream that had gone bad.
“No, thanks. What d’you think I want tea for? I’ve only just had lunch.”
“I thought it would pass the time,” said Philip.
“If you find it long you needn’t bother about me, you know. I don’t mind being left alone.”