"Yes, now you mention it, I remember that he did. I attached no importance to it at the time, my mind being bent upon my own errand."
"That is all I wish to know at present. Keep a stout heart. All may yet be well."
So, with a bright smile, I left her, and bade the cabman drive to Gerard Street, Soho.
[CHAPTER XLVI.]
I ENTER INTO AN ARRANGEMENT WITH SOPHY.
At the corner of the street I dismissed the cab, and hurried after a familiar figure. It was Sophy, who seemed to be literally flying along the pavement, now on one leg, now on the other, and had she not suddenly wheeled round in my direction I should have had to run at the top of my speed to catch her. Seeing me she pulled up, and, with her face scarlet with excitement, greeted me boisterously.
"Why, what on earth are you doing, Sophy?" I asked, laughing and wondering at her.
She lifted her feet, one after another, for my inspection; she was skating on wheels.
"I'm the champion skater," she said, triumphantly; "I shall git a turn at the music halls before long. Look 'ere; I can beat the lot of 'em."
Away she flew with marvellous swiftness for a space of fifty yards or so, then wheeled round and round and reached my side by executing a series of circles in the cleverest manner possible. I have no doubt that there are technical terms to describe her feats, but I am not acquainted with them.