"All right. We'll walk for a while."
They pushed back their chairs, wormed a way through the packed tables, got into their wraps, and stepped out of the swinging doors into long streamers of watery lamplight. The douche of a cold rain received them.
"Oh, dear--the Housetop, then!" Nona grumbled. How sweet the rain would have been under the budding trees of Cedarledge! But here, in these degraded streets. . .
Heuston caught a passing taxi. "A turn, first--just round the Park?"
"No; the Housetop."
He leaned back and lit a cigarette. "You know I'm going to get myself divorced: it's all settled," he announced.
"Settled--with Aggie?"
"No: not yet. But with the lady I'm going off with. My word of honour. I am; next week."
Nona gave an incredulous laugh. "So this is good-bye?"
"Very near
