"You're not used to London, I can see. I'll take you across. And now I'll just show you the right road," she continued, when they had reached the opposite pavement in safety.
"I do hope," declared Evarne slyly, "that nobody specially interesting will happen to come along over there while you are being so kind as to see after me."
Her companion looked for a moment as if she had suddenly discovered herself to be in the society of a clairvoyante. Then she answered lightly enough—
"It doesn't matter much if she does."
But Evarne was not to be deceived by the feminine pronoun.
In a couple of minutes the girl with the plume stopped.
"Good-bye," she said, holding out her hand, "and good luck."
Evarne was sorry to have to say farewell. She clasped the hand that was offered her.
"Good-bye," she said roguishly, "and I do hope that then he—um—I mean she——"
The girl with the plume interrupted her by a little laugh of amusement. Evarne laughed too, and thus they parted.