But somehow he could not bring any of these affairs to an orderly end. The moviegoers exited the cinema in the customary daze that resulted from two hours of sensory bombardment. “Never. Quite!” He sat in the arm-chair and took tea, and consumed several of the extra cakes which she had sent out for and talked to her and expressed himself, looking very earnestly at her with his deep-set eyes, and carefully avoiding any crumbs on his mustache the while. " "At any rate, I won, for he went away. You can’t possibly understand!” He began a confused explanation, a perplexing contradictory apology for his urgency and wrath. Fritz sang for her sometimes, for Fritz could sing even before he was able to form words. "It's wretched enough, indeed, Sir," rejoined the widow; "but, poor as it is, it's better than the cold stones and open streets. ‘Mad as hatters!’ ‘It is you who is mad,’ mademoiselle told him crossly. She set her fingers in the hair and tugged, drawing him to a sitting posture and stooping so that her eyes would be on the level with his when he awoke.
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