"Why?"
"Oh, because I've been fighting with him lately. I quarrel with him once in three months or so. If he thought you and I were friends, it might put his back up."
"I'll be mum," said Miss Lambert.
"I'll wait for you at the corner till you come out," said Leavesley, "and tell me, Fanny."
"What?"
"You will come for a picnic, won't you?"
"Rather, if I'm alive. I feel like the young lady of Niger—wasn't it?—who went for a ride on a tiger, just before she saddled it——"
The cab rattled and rumbled them at last into Oxford Street. At the corner of Southampton Row it stopped. They got out, and Leavesley paid and dismissed the driver.
"That's the house down there," said he, "No. —. I'll wait for you here; don't be long."