Fanny declared that she would accompany me.
Napier called her a coquette, and a false deceiver, reminding her of her promise to allow him to see her home.
"Cannot help it," answered Fanny, kissing her hand to him, and hurrying downstairs.
Napier offered me his arm, to follow, and Julia held up her finger significantly to me, saying, "Remember."
"Oui, oui," was my reply; and, after Napier had handed us into our carriage, we requested him to return and chat with Julia. "A niece of Lord Carysfort," added I, "daughter to a maid of honour, the Honourable Mrs. Storer, and the most graceful creature breathing."
"Why," said Fanny, bursting out into a loud laugh, "Harriette, that madman with his placard and his challenge to all the world about Bayley's blacking, in Piccadilly, is a fool to you."
"Never mind," I answered, "so that we can but get her off, and save her from a prison."
Before the carriage drove from the door, we had the satisfaction of seeing Napier return to Julia—et puis—et puis—but I will tell what happened some other time.
On our way home Fanny told me how irregularly her allowance from the late Mr. Woodcock was paid, and that her boy George's schoolmaster had been dunning her for money due to him, which she could not pay.
"How good you are then," said I, "to make over your rich conquest to Julia."