The pair slackened their pace a little when they had satisfied themselves that the break in the dark hedge beside them was the gate. They heard wheels, and presently saw the lamps of a cab, bearing down, halt at the gate they had left behind, and turn in.
‘We should have been off first,’ said Dolores.
‘If we could have got a cab in time?’
‘One can always get cabs.’
‘Oh! no, not at all for certain.’
‘This is a nasty, stupid, out-of-the-way place,’ said Dolores, wanting to say something cross.
‘It isn’t a vulgar place, full of traffic,’ returned Constance, equally cross.
‘Well, I never meant to walk home in this way! I’m sure my feet are wet. I wish I had waited and gone with Uncle Regie.’
‘Now, Dolly, what do you mean? You would not have it all betrayed?’
‘I’ve a great mind to tell Uncle Regie all about it.’