So he went. But he stood on the pavement to help her down; and as he held her in his arms, he kept her for one moment poised between heaven and earth; and as he put her down, his lips touched her arm, and she knew it.
“I’ll see to the horses, Dal,” he said; and he leaped up, and drove off as if he were possessed.
“That’s what the Savage calls seeing to them!” grumbled Dalrymple. “He’ll throw ’em down, or run over somebody, and I shall be fined five pounds for furious driving.”
Jack was conscientious—where horses were concerned—and he sat on the rack and saw them rubbed down and fed with the patience of a martyr; then he jumped into a hansom, was driven to Spider Court, and, bursting into the room, fell into a chair and flung his cap at Leonard’s head.
“Mad at last!” said Leonard.
“Yes, stark, staring, ramping mad, old fellow. I’ve found her!”
“No!” said Leonard, turning round.
“Yes! Yes! And I’ve spent the day with her. She’s here in London, and who do you think she is staying with? With Mrs. Davenant, Stephen’s mother!”
“Stephen’s mother!” said Leonard, with surprise. “Nonsense.”
“Fact! What do you make of it?”