"Do you know where Mr. Linton lives?" he asked.
"Yes," replied Bob. "He sent me to his rooms one day, before rehearsal commenced, for an alteration in a scene he had left behind him."
He gave his father the address; they were now in the lobby of the theatre. Mr. Lethbridge told Bob to go for a couple of four-wheelers.
"I'll go with you," said Fred Cornwall, and then he turned to Mr. Lethbridge. "Will not one cab do? We can all squeeze into it."
He was rather afraid that Mr. Lethbridge did not intend that he should accompany them home to Camden Town.
"No," said Mr. Lethbridge. "We must have two. You and Bob can see the girls home. My wife and I are going another way."
Fred looked at him, and understood. "Come along, Bob," he said.
Then Mr. Lethbridge turned to his wife: "You and I will go and see if we can do anything for Mrs. Linton. Bob has given me the address."
Mrs. Lethbridge pressed her husband's hand; she was deeply grateful, but it was no surprise to her that he had anticipated and furthered the wish of her heart. Had he not done so on innumerable occasions in the course of their wedded life?
"May we come with you?" asked Fanny.