“When’s the next train into the city?” he asked, across the room.
“Five twenty to-morrow morning.”
“Now you see what you’ve done!” said the fair unknown to Edward.
“What I’ve done?” said he, amazed and indignant; but she was far more indignant than he.
“Now what am I going to do?” she demanded. “The last train’s gone. I can’t go into the city, and there’s nowhere here for me to stay.”
“Are you blaming me for—”
“Yes,” said she. “You’re a man. You ought to have—”
“Just what ought I have done?” Edward inquired with biting irony.
“I don’t care!” said she. “Very well! I’m going to stay here all night.”
“You can’t.”