"Well, go ahead," he said. "Perhaps you're right; I don't know much about the law, but, anyhow, it's not a hanging matter. When are you going?"
"Now," said Miss Lambert, putting on her gloves.
Leavesley looked at his watch.
"You'll scarcely catch him at the office unless you take a cab."
"I'll take a cab. Will you come with me?"
"Yes, rather!"
"Only as far as the door," said Miss Lambert.
"It's like going to the dentist; I always take father with me to the dentist's as far as the door, for fear I'd run away. Once I'm in I don't care a bit; it's the going in is the dreadful part."
"I know," said Leavesley, reaching for his hat. "It's like facing the music, the overture is the worst part."