He was making his turn at the end of the street when she came down the steps and before he could reach her stepped into the machine.
“I have several little things to do after we’ve had our walk,” she explained to Don, as he came up.
She made room for him by her side. Because he did not wish to argue before the chauffeur, he took his allotted place; but he himself gave the order to the driver:––
“Central Park.”
Then he turned to her.
“When we get there we must get out and walk.”
“Very well, Don,” she submitted; “but I think we’d be much more comfortable right here.”
She regarded him anxiously.
“Is anything worrying you, Don?”
“Only you,” he answered.