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"
Excuse
me
talking
to
you
,
not
’
aving
been
introduced
and
all
that
,
but
I
couldn
’
t
miss
the
opportunity
.
Will
you
oblige
me
with
your
autograph
?
"
Julia
caught
her
breath
.
It
couldn
’
t
be
that
this
was
why
he
had
followed
her
for
ten
minutes
.
He
must
have
thought
that
up
as
an
excuse
for
speaking
to
her
.
Well
,
she
would
play
up
.
"
I
shall
be
delighted
.
But
I
can
’
t
very
well
give
it
you
in
the
street
.
People
would
stare
so
.
"
"
That
’
s
right
.
Look
here
,
I
was
just
going
along
to
’
ave
my
tea
.
There
’
s
a
Lyons
at
the
next
corner
.
Why
don
’
t
you
come
in
and
’
ave
a
cup
too
?
"
She
was
getting
on
.
When
they
’
d
had
tea
he
’
d
probably
suggest
going
to
the
pictures
.
"
All
right
,
"
she
said
.
They
walked
along
till
they
came
to
the
shop
and
took
their
places
at
a
small
table
.
"
Two
teas
,
please
,
miss
,
"
he
ordered
.
"
Anything
to
eat
?
"
And
when
Julia
declined
:
"
Scone
*
and
butter
for
one
,
miss
.
"
Julia
was
able
now
to
have
a
good
look
at
him
.
Though
stocky
and
short
he
had
good
features
,
his
black
hair
was
plastered
down
on
his
head
and
he
had
fine
eyes
,
but
his
teeth
were
poor
and
his
pale
skin
gave
him
an
unhealthy
look
.
There
was
a
sort
of
impudence
in
his
manner
that
Julia
did
not
much
like
,
but
then
,
as
she
sensibly
reflected
,
you
could
hardly
expect
the
modesty
of
the
violet
in
a
young
man
who
picked
you
up
in
the
Edgware
Road
.
"
Before
we
go
any
further
let
’
s
’
ave
this
autograph
,
eh
?
Do
it
now
,
that
’
s
my
motto
.
"
