This to the servant, who tossed her head at the imperative order and left the hall.
“Now,” he said, “quick—your hat and jacket! I have a cab waiting.”
“Are we going out, dear?” she said inquiringly. “I have just sent for Renée.”
“How foolish!” he cried. “But waste no time.”
“Where are we going?” she asked, wondering at his strange, impetuous manner.
“Don’t waste time, dear,” he cried, “but get ready. You shall know all as we go.”
Gertrude’s tears began to flow and half blinded her, but she hurried away to prepare herself, while Huish walked quickly from room to room, muttering impatiently. Not that there was much need, for Gertrude reappeared at the end of a minute or two, rapidly tying on her hat, to find the gas turned down.
“I am ready, dear,” she said, laying her hand upon his arm.
“That’s right,” he cried. “Come along!”
“Shall I tell cook how long we shall be?” said Gertrude.