“Suppose I go out there first, and see?” suggested Captain Grey.
“No!” said Lexy. “Don’t!”
But the idea impressed him as a good one, and go he would.
“I’d rather see how she is, first,” he repeated. “If there’s no change, I’ll come back.”
Lexy looked at Mr. Binz with an angry and reproachful frown, which the poor man did not understand. He had only wanted to give helpful advice.
“Come on, then!” she said to Captain Grey.
“I’ll leave you at Mrs. Royce’s,” he told her.
“No, you won’t!” she contradicted with a trace of severity. “If you will go, I’m going with you!”
He protested against this, but she would not listen, and so they went to the garage for Joe’s taxi; but Joe and his taxi had gone out. An interested bystander said that they could get a “rig” from the livery stable with no trouble at all. They had only to find the proprietor, and he, in turn, would find the driver, who would harness up the horse.
“No, thanks,” said Captain Grey. He turned to Lexy. “I can’t wait,” he told her. “I’m going to walk. Thank you for—”