'All things in their order. We are here,' Miles reminded her with dignity.
'We've no time to lose,' Peggy announced. 'We've two places to go to, and we've got to be back here by a certain time—and I hope we shall bring somebody with us.'
'In the hansom?' asked Arty resignedly.
'In two hansoms—at least you know what I mean,' said Peggy.
'Isn't she a picture, Arty? Dear me, I beg your pardon, Miss Ryle. I didn't observe your presence. What happens to have painted you red to-day?'
'I'm in a terrible fright about—about something, all the same. Now come along. One of you is to get on one side of me and the other on the other; and you're to guard me. Do you see?'
'Orders, Arty!'
They ranged themselves as they were commanded, and escorted Peggy downstairs.
'Doesn't the hansom present a difficulty?' asked Arty.