The policeman sauntered carelessly toward the door and kept his eye covertly upon her.
She got into a four-wheeled cab and drove off.
The policeman hailed a "Hansom," sprang into it, and directed the driver to keep the first cab in sight and follow it to its destination.
Rose, as it was now late in the afternoon, and she was longing for her turbot, green-turtle soup, and roast pheasants and champagne, drove directly home.
Her housekeeper met her at the door with good news.
"A letter from the master, ma'am. The postman brought it soon after you left home," she said, putting another "drop" letter in the hand of her mistress.
"Is dinner ready?" inquired Rose, who was more interested in her meals than in her lover.
"Just ready, ma'am," replied the housekeeper.
"Put it on the table directly, then," said Rose, as she ran up stairs to her own room.
She threw herself into a chair and opened the letter to read it, at her ease.