She added, however, after a pause, “But you can't; for you don't know my address.”
“But you will tell me.”
“Never! never! Fifty-eight Clarges Street.”
“When do you go?”
“The day after to-morrow: at twelve o'clock.”
“May I see you off at the train?”
She hesitated. “If—you—like,” said she, slowly: “but I think you had better not.”
“Oh, let me see the last of you.”
“Use your own judgment, dear.”
The monosyllable slipped out, unintentionally: she was thinking of something else. Yet, as soon as she had uttered it, she said “Oh!” and blushed all, over. “I forgot I was not speaking to a lady,” said she, innocently: then, right archly, “please forgive me.”