"O, I've been looking for you, Rose," he said. "I was at your house. They said you were over on the lake front and so—See here! You're all wet and cold. I'm going to get a carriage."
He would not be gainsaid, and she was really glad to escape the crowd in the car. He said: "I'm going to take you home to get warm."
She allowed herself to be driven to the door before she realized what it might be taken to mean, but it was then too late to insist on being driven home, it would do no harm to see Mrs. Harvey for a moment—and then she was so tired, too tired to resist.
Mrs. Harvey met her in the hall, smiling and scolding:
"Why, you reckless girl! Have you been down town? Elbert, where did you get her?"
"I found her on the street waiting for a State street car—shivering, too."
"Why, you're all wet! Come up to my room and change your shoes."
The warm air and the glow of the beautiful rooms seemed to narcotize her, and Rose allowed herself to be led away like a sleepy child. It was delicious to be so attended. Mrs. Harvey took her to her own room, a room as big and comfortable and homely as herself, and there she put Rose down before the grateful fire and rang for her maid.
"Annette, remove Mademoiselle's shoes and give her some slippers."
The deft girl removed Rose's wraps, then her shoes, while Mrs. Harvey knelt by her side and felt of her stocking soles.