“That’s exactly like you! How good you are,” cried Rose, her whole face lightening.
“That’s settled, then. Come along, now, and let me see you home. I’ll come back for our game, Mr. Smith.”
“By all means. The Underground Railway will be your best way to travel.”
It was perfectly understood that by the best way Uncle Alfred invariably intended to denote the cheapest way.
Lucian took Rose downstairs.
“Good-night, Mrs. Aviolet,” said a timid voice.
“Oh, good-night, Felix.”
“Will you wait a moment, while I get a taxi?” said the doctor.
“But we can go by Underground.”
“No. You’re much too tired.”