I would leave the place tomorrow with never a backward glance. So I laughed and brushed past him out of the room with my spoon and plate still in my hands. You're a little tense, '...look at your hands.' 'But why do you leave me here, here's where one goes to have a real good time.' He said: 'my dear', just after I had finished my meal out there on the hallway. Well well, not today. You're a little tense. Look at your hands from across the hall. 'Got to make a call...'