"Oh, have you? Where are they?" she cried, clapping her hands.
Now was the crucial moment. He must introduce the subject of her departure tactfully.
"They are outside in a cab."
She ran to the window.
"But I see no cab."
"It is waiting a little farther down the street."
She looked bewildered.
"Farther down—why?"
"You trust me, don't you?" he said, looking earnestly at her.
"Yes, of course."