He laughed hardly.
“Your mother wasn’t ready,” he said. “We can send for her later.”
“Don’t you think, Stephen,” she pleaded, “that it would be nice for me to stay with Mrs. Brown until—until we are married?”
“If you go to Mrs. Brown,” he said gruffly, “you can stay with her. That’s all! I won’t be fooled about any longer. Once and for all, are you coming?”
She took a hesitating step forward, but Macheson led her firmly towards another hansom.
“No!” he answered, “she is not. You know where she will be when you have the marriage license.”
Stephen sprang into his cab with an oath. Even then Letty would have followed him, but Macheson held her arm.
“You stay here, Letty,” he said firmly.
She covered her face with her hands, but she obeyed.