"You don't mean to tell me it's six miles!" And she tendered a florin to the man.
"Can't take that, ma'am," said the cabman.
"Can't take it! But you must take it. Broughton, just get a policeman, will you?" Dobbs Broughton satisfied the driver out of his own pocket, and the cab was driven away. "What did you give him?" said Mrs. Van Siever.
"Just another sixpence. There never is a policeman anywhere about here."
"It'll be out of your own pocket, then," said Mrs. Van. "But you're not going away?"
"I must be at Capel Court by half-past twelve;—I must, indeed. If it wasn't real business, I'd stay."
"I told Musselboro I should be here."
"He's up there, and he knows all about the business just as well as I do. When I found that I couldn't stay for you, I went through the account with him, and it's all settled. Good morning. I'll see you at the West End in a day or two." Then he made his way out into Lombard Street, and Mrs. Van Siever picked her steps across the yard, and mounted the stairs, and made her way into the room in which Mr. Musselboro was sitting.
"Somebody's been smoking, Gus," she said, almost as soon as she had entered the room.
"That's nothing new here," he replied, as he got up from his chair.