"But you've got your friends," said Coote.
"Oh! we don't mind," said Pierce cordially, "the more the merrier," and, "why don't you get a chair, Buggins?" Buggins shook his head in a sort of aside to Pierce and Coote coughed behind his hand.
"Been kep' late at business?" asked Pierce.
Coote turned quite pale and pretended not to hear. His eyes sought in space for a time and with a convulsive movement he recognised a distant acquaintance and raised his hat.
Pierce had also become a little pale. He addressed himself to Kipps in an undertone.
"Mr. Coote, isn't he?" he asked.
Coote addressed himself to Kipps directly and exclusively. His manner had the calm of extreme tension.
"I'm rather late," he said. "I think we ought almost to be going on now."
Kipps stood up. "That's all right," he said.
"Which way are you going?" said Pierce, standing also, and brushing some crumbs of cigarette ash from his sleeve.
For a moment Coote was breathless. "Thank you," he said, and gasped. Then he delivered the necessary blow; "I don't think we're in need of your society, you know," and turned away.
Kipps found himself falling over chairs and things in the wake of Coote, and then they were clear of the crowd.
For a space Coote said nothing; then he remarked
