“May I put you in a hansom?” he asked, lifting his stick.
“For Heaven’s sake, no,” she answered quickly. “Do you want to ruin me? I shall walk back.”
“I may come a little way, then?” he begged.
“If you think it worth while,” she answered doubtfully.
Apparently he thought it very much worth while. Restraining with an effort his intense curiosity, he talked of general subjects only, trying his best to entertain her. He succeeded so well that they were almost in Montague Street before Anna stopped short.
“Heavens!” she exclaimed. “I have brought you very nearly to my door. Go back at once, please.”
He held out his hand obediently.
“I’ll go,” he said, “but I warn you that I shall find you out.”
For a moment she was grave.
“Well,” she said. “I may be leaving where I am in a few days, so very likely you will be no better off.”