“Drunk,” observed Edward.
“I know!” said the woman. “He was perfectly awful!”
She was going to cry, if she had not already begun; and he wanted no more of that.
“Now, then!” he said, in a loud, cheerful voice. “Shall I get you another taxi?”
“Please!” said she.
She was crying now—no doubt about it. What was worse, she took his arm and clung to it.
“If you’ll wait here for a few minutes—” suggested Edward.
“Oh, I can’t!” she cried. “Oh, please don’t go away and leave me all alone!”
He saw himself that it wouldn’t do to leave her standing here in the street while he walked half a mile to the station for a taxi.
“I’ll go into the Baxters’ and telephone for one,” he thought.