He gained courage, later on, and asked Audrey if she would have
some coffee with him, or something to eat. She looked tired.
"Tired!" said Audrey. "I am only tired these days when I am not
working."
"You must not use yourself up. You are too valuable to the country."
She was very grateful. After all, what else really mattered? In a
little glow she accepted his invitation.
"Only coffee," she said. "I have had dinner. Is there any place
near?"
He piloted her through the crowd, now rapidly dispersing. Here and
there some man, often in halting English, thanked her for what she
had said. A woman, slightly the worse for drink, but with friendly,
rather humorous eyes, put a hand on her arm.
"You're all right, m'dear," she said. "You're the stuff. Give it
to them. I wish to God I could talk. I'd tell 'em something."
The clergyman drew her on hastily.
In a small Italian restaurant, almost deserted, they found a table,
and the clergyman ordered eggs and coffee.
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