“What are you going to do?” he asked.
She looked round nervously.
“Mr. Hurd is going to take me to some friends of his,” she answered. “You see it was his fault, so he has promised to see mother and explain.”
Hurd pushed angrily forward.
“Look here,” he said to Macheson, “have you been following us about?”
“I have not,” Macheson answered calmly. “I am very glad to have come across you, though.”
“Sorry I can’t return the compliment,” Hurd remarked. “Come, Letty.”
A girl who was passing tapped him on the arm. She was dressed in blue silk, with a large picture hat, and she was smoking a cigarette.
“Hullo, Stephen!” she exclaimed. “Edith wants to see you. Are you coming round to-night?”
Hurd muttered something under his breath and moved away. Letty looked at him with horror.