Daniel turned upon his heel, and, taking the girl’s arm, conducted her out of the building. She appeared to be too enthralled by the discomfiture of her enemy to utter a word.
An empty taxi-cab was passing, and this he hailed.
“Where d’you want to go to?” he asked.
She gave him her address. “You are coming home with me?” she asked. “Please do.” Her expression was eloquent.
“I’ll drive you as far as your door,” he replied.
“But...?” There was a question in her eyes.
He sat himself down beside her, and she put her arm in his, looking up into his face with admiration.
“I never see a one so strong,” she whispered, with a kind of awe. “I think you very great man, very to be loved.”
Daniel laughed ironically, “Oh, yes, of course you’re filled with admiration because you’ve seen me handle a poor drunken fellow-creature roughly. My girl, that is not the thing for which you should admire a man. I’m ashamed of myself.”
“Ashamed?” she exclaimed, incredulously.