“No,” she answered anxiously. “He said he preferred to walk; but I’m sure he can have no idea of the state of the night. I have not seen him since before supper-time.”
“I’ll seek him out and bring him to you; it’s a beastly night.” And he ran lightly up the steps, whilst they got as quickly under cover as possible.
He was not long away, and returned, bringing Sir John along with him.
“You surely are not walking yourself?” said Miss Crokerly, as he proceeded to close the door for them also.
“Yes. It never occurred to me to order a carriage, and I have neither wife nor sister to be concerned about my getting wet.”
“Then,” said she decidedly, “you must come with us. I noticed as you went up the steps your shoes are not at all suitable to the night.”
It seemed almost as if he would decline, then suddenly he said “Thank you,” and stepped in beside Sir John, and they were off.
Now, the frog was so bright that the carriage was quite pleasantly lit, for it had crept out from beneath Rosalie’s wraps to its accustomed place.
Miss Crokerly then introduced him to Rosalie; but as he showed no signs of recognition, neither did she, but leant back in her corner and listened to the conversation.
“What did you think of the theatricals?” asked Miss Crokerly.