"Get in!" said Jack so peremptorily, that in her state of fluster she actually obeyed.
"Café Savarin," said Jack to the chauffeur.
The cab started with a jerk, throwing them back on the cushions. "Let me out!" she said—but not very strongly.
He affected not to hear. There was a delicious satisfaction in seeing the self-possessed little lady overcome with confusion, if only for a moment.
"To-morrow I'll come for you in my own car," he said, nonchalantly.
"Are you crazy?" she murmured, really alarmed.
He laughed. "Can't I have a car as well as anybody?"
"But I thought—that is—you always said——"
"That I was as poor as Job's turkey, eh? Only a stall. I just worked for Fisher for the sociological experience. I don't have to work really."
She looked at him with troubled eyes.