'There mayn't be another train! Miss Levering!'
But Stonor was standing in front of the girl barring the way. 'What if there isn't? I'll take you back in my motor,' he said aside.
'Will you?' In her rapture at the thought Jean clasped her hands, and the paper fluttered to the floor. 'But I must be there by three,' she said.
He had picked up the telegraph form as well as the handkerchief lying near.
'Why, it's only an invitation to dine—Wednesday!'
'Sh!' She took the paper.
'Oh! I see!' He smiled and lowered his voice. 'It's rather dear of you to arrange our going off like that. You are a clever little girl!'
'It's not exactly that I was arranging. I want to hear those women in Trafalgar Square—the Suffragettes.'
He stared at her more than half incredulous, but smiling still.
'How perfectly absurd! Besides,'—he looked across the room at Lady John—'besides, I expect she wouldn't like my carrying you off like that.'