“Oh! yes, I forgot,” answered John, and then he led May to the cab, and, having placed her in it, took his seat by her side.
May slid her little hand into his as the horse started.
“John, I am sure something is vexing you,” she said, tenderly and anxiously, looking at his half-averted face; “have you any bad news to tell me?”
“I have some news,” he answered, with an effort.
“Is it bad news?” urged May.
“I can not tell you here; wait until we get to the hotel—I will tell you then.”
“But John—”
“Hush, hush, dear; you will hear it soon enough.”
He spoke huskily, almost hoarsely, and he turned away his head from her tender gaze. After this they drove on almost in silence until they reached the Grosvenor Hotel, where John usually stayed when he was in town. When he arrived there he ordered rooms and dinner, and then when they were alone May once more looked at him questioningly.
“Tell me now, John, what is it?” she asked.