"You horrid boy!" said Biddy.
"Give it up, that arduous steep—give it up and come out with me," Peter interposed.
"Come out with you?"
"Let us walk a little or even drive a little. Let us at any rate talk a little."
"I thought you had so much to do," Biddy candidly objected.
"So I have, but why shouldn't you do a part of it with me? Would there be any harm? I'm going to some tiresome shops—you'll cheer the frugal hour."
The girl hesitated, then turned to Nick. "Would there be any harm?"
"Oh it's none of his business!" Peter protested.
"He had better take you home to your mother."
"I'm going home—I shan't stay here to-day," Biddy went on. Then to Peter: "I came in a hansom, but I shall walk back. Come that way with me."