"Do not add profanity to ill-manners," she interposed. "Perhaps I have no right to complain. There is the door, sir; you have but to press the button, stop the driver, and get out. I am in a terribly embarrassing position to-night, one which my own folly has brought me to. It was absolutely necessary that a gentleman should accompany me in this carriage to my destination. When you came forth from your club—the only club the exact location of which I am familiar with—you appeared to be a gentleman, one I could trust to accompany me. To attract your attention, and at the same time arouse your curiosity, I had to resort to equivocal methods. It is an adventure, sir. Will you see it to the end, or shall I press the button?"
"Permit me to ask a question or two!" I was mightily confused at the turn of things.
"Perfect confidence in me, or I shall open the door."
"In any other city but New York—"
"Yes or no!"—imperiously.
"Hang it, madam!"
Her hand went toward the electric button.
"To the end of the world, and no questions asked."
Her hand dropped. "Thank you,"—gently.