“No, dear. I didn’t—I——”
“Quickly—or I shall die of shame.”
“I had no hope—none at all. I just wanted you to know how things were with me. Thank God, you listened.”
“How could I do anything else but listen—in a brougham—I couldn’t have jumped out into the street. Besides, you might have jumped, too.”
“I would have,” he said grimly.
“It would have made a scene.”
“I hadn’t thought of that.”
“And the coachman—Mrs. Pennington would have known. Oh, don’t you see? Mrs. Pennington only introduced us to-night——”
She drew away from him and looked out of the carriage window. They had reached a neighborhood which was unfamiliar to her, where the houses were smaller and the lights less frequent, and upon the left-hand side there was no Park.