They passed out of the hall together, and descended the staircase, and reached the Piccadilly entrance.
He asked her if he might have the pleasure of putting her into a cab or seeing her home.
She answered him in a confused tone—
“But I do not know you, sir,” she said, gently.
“That is true,” he answered, with a sigh.
“Still I must admit that I am very pleased to have met you, and at the same time have to thank you for your kindness.”
They were in Piccadilly at this time.
“Perhaps you wish me to leave you,” he murmured.
“No, I do not say that.”
“Have you far to go?”