It was still pouring with rain. We decided to give up the idea of going out that afternoon, and to have tea in my flat. She went out into my little kitchen and began getting it, and I busied myself with laying the tea-table and cutting bread and butter. When she came in with the tray, I asked, “When do you think of going to Malaya, then?”
She said, “I thought I’d book my passage for the end of May, and go on working at Pack and Levy up till then,” she said. “That’s about another six weeks. By then I’ll have enough saved up to pay my passage out and home, and I’ll still have about sixty pounds I saved out of my wages in this last two years.” She had been into the cost of her journey, and had found a line of intermediate class cargo ships that took about a dozen passengers for a relatively
