They clung to one another.
At last he released his clasp, only keeping one arm round her waist.
“Where can we go? We’ll have to settle something, and Lord knows when I shall get another chance of speaking to you, with that hell-cat on the warpath. I’ve had the deuce and all of a time getting here now, and we must both clear out of the place before she and the kids get back. Put on your hat and coat, old girl, and come along.”
“Where to?”
“Where I take you,” said the doctor brusquely.
When she came down again, he hurried her out of the house, locking the door again behind them, and putting the key under the scraper, where it was always looked for on Sunday.
“Taxi!”
The doctor hailed a passing taxi and made Elsie get into it.
He gave the address of a hotel in a street of which she had never heard.
“Where are we going to?”