“I dismissed the cab in front of the theatre. I think I’ve had that driver before.”
A man passed them, turning to look at the lady. Her companion glared at him, and the other passed on hurriedly. The lady looked after him. “Who was it?” she asked, anxiously.
“Don’t know him. We’ll see no one we know here, don’t worry. But come now, let’s get into the cab.”
“Is that your carriage?”
“Yes.”
“An open one?”
“It was warm and pleasant when I engaged it an hour ago.”
They walked to the carriage; the lady stepped in.
“Driver!” called the man.
“Why, where is he?” asked the lady.