For some moments Frank Garrick stood quite still and looked up at the house.
"Of all places in the world, who would have expected to find her here—next door to Nannie. It's certain that Nannie does not know of it. She could not keep it if she did. Well, this is a pretty howdy-do—two rivals living next door to each other. Nannie is expecting me to call on her this evening. If it were not for that, I wouldn't show up at all, I'm so upset by that little beauty, Ida May."
Very slowly he walked up the steps of the adjoining house and pulled the bell. To his great surprise, he learned that Nannie was out.
"She will be sure to be back presently," added the girl who answered the bell. "Won't you come in and wait?"
"No," he answered, glad of the excuse. "I'll run in some evening during the week."
With that he turned on his heel and walked rapidly away.
Meanwhile, the carriage bearing Nannie Rogers and the still unconscious Ida May rolled quickly onward, and stopped at length before a red-brick building on the outskirts of the city.
Ida May's swoon lasted so long that even Nannie grew frightened.
"Wait," she said to the driver, "I will have to step in first and see if they will receive her."