'I've got a trap. Come!'
'Where?'
Ernestine stepped out from the vociferating, jostling crowd and followed the new face as simply as though she had been waiting for just that summons. The awful moment was when, with a shout, the tail of rowdies followed after. Miss Levering had not bargained for that. Her agitated glance left the unsavoury horde at her heels and went nervously up and down the street. It was plainly not only, nor even chiefly, the hooligans she feared, but the amazéd eye of some acquaintance. Bad enough to meet Henderson's!
'Jump in!' she said hastily to the girl, and then, 'Go on!' she called out desperately, flying in after Ernestine and slamming the door. 'Drive fast!' She thrust her head through the window to add, 'Anywhere!' And she sank back. 'How dreadful that was!'
'What was?' said the rescued one, glancing out of the carriage with an air of suddenly renewed interest.
'Why, the attack of those hooligans on a handful of defenceless women.'
'Oh, they weren't attacking us.'
'What were they doing?'
'Oh, just running after us and screaming a little.'
'But I saw them—pushing and jostling and——'