“Oh, don’t let us talk nonsense,” said Miss Davison.
“Is the carriage to meet you here? Or may I take you—”
“Where to?”
“Anywhere you want to go to.”
“I sent the victoria away,” she said, “to meet Lady Jennings, and I don’t suppose it will come back for me.”
“Let me take you to see pictures, or something. Do.”
Something in her manner, in her tone, had suddenly made him forget everything in the consciousness that she was not so indifferent as she pretended. He felt that the explanation she had promised him having turned out so unsatisfactorily, he had a right to a better one, and he thought that, if she would only be coaxed into spending a little more time in his society, he should get it.
She hesitated. Then she looked at her watch.
“It’s five o’clock,” she said. “We might fill up the time somehow till seven, when I have to be home to get ready for dinner.”
Gerard hailed a hansom, and helped her in.