“I don't know. I haven't told him that I'm going to leave him.”
Winton looked at his watch and asked:
“Does the baby ever go out as late as this?”
“Yes; after tea. It's cooler.”
“I'll take this cab on, then. You stay and get the room ready for her. Don't worry, and don't go out till I return.”
And Gyp thought: 'How wonderful of him not to have asked a single question.'
The cab stopped at the Bury Street door. She took his hand, put it to her cheek, and got out. He said quietly:
“Do you want the dogs?”
“Yes—oh, yes! He doesn't care for them.”
“All right. There'll be time to get you in some things for the night after I come back. I shan't run any risks to-day. Make Mrs. Markey give you tea.”