She raised her eyebrows.
“Really,” she said. “And by what right do you do anything of the sort?”
“No right at all,” he admitted. “Only it is much too late for you to be out alone. You have been to see your sister, of course. How is she?”
“My sister is quite well, thank you,” she answered. “Would you mind calling that hansom for me?”
He looked at it critically and shook his head.
“You really couldn’t ride in it,” he said, deprecatingly. “The horse’s knees are broken, and I am not sure that the man is sober. I would sooner see you in a ’bus again.”
She laughed.
“Do you mean to say that you have been here ever since I came?”
“I am afraid that I must confess it,” he answered. “Idiotic, isn’t it?”
“Absolutely,” she agreed coldly. “I wish you would not do it.”