Presently, wonderfully soon, as it seemed to her, the brougham came to a stop, and Jackson, bending down to the window, said:
“Spider Court, my lady.”
“Spider Court,” said Jack. “Then I’m home. I’m very much obliged to you, and I wish I didn’t feel so much ashamed of myself. Hark! who’s that?” for someone had come to the carriage door.
“It is I—Leonard. Is that you, Jack?”
“Yes,” said Jack, and he got out and closed the door. “This lady——”
Lady Bell leaned out and looked at Leonard Dagle’s anxious face earnestly.
“Your friend has met with an accident,” she said, “and I have brought him home.”
“Thank you, thank you,” sighed Leonard.
“I hope he is not much hurt,” said Lady Bell. “His forehead is cut. Will you—will you be so kind as to let me know if it is anything serious?”
“Anything serious! A mere scratch,” ejaculated Jack, carelessly.