“‘On such a night,’” quoth Kemp, as they approached the curb, “a closed carriage seems out of season.”
“And reason,” supplemented Ruth, while the doctor opened the door rather slowly. She glanced at him hesitatingly.
“Would you—” she began.
“Right! I would!” The door was banged to.
“John,” he said, looking up at his man in the box, “take this trap round to the stable; I shall not need the horses again to-night.”
John touched his hat, and Kemp drew his companion’s little hand through his arm.
“Well,” he said, as they turned the corner, “Were you satisfied with the great man to-night?”
“Yes,” she replied meditatively, “fully; there was no exaggeration,—it was all quite natural.”
“Except Jessica in boy’s clothes.”
“Don’t mention her, please; I detest her.”