Their vehicle slackened pace, and curved toward the pavement in a quiet street.
"Here I am at home," she said, and Philip assisted her to alight.
"Oh, my music!" she wailed, suddenly. "I left it in that horrid cab."
Philip repressed a smile.
"Tell me your name," he said, "and I will recover it for you early in the morning."
"Are you sure? Oh, what a trouble I have been. How good you are."
"It is not the least trouble. I took the cabman's number."
"Indeed, indeed, I am grateful to you. My name is Evelyn Atherley. I would ask you to call some day and see my mother, but—but——"
"You do not wish her to hear of your adventure to-night? It would frighten her."
"She would be terrified each time I went out alone. Believe me, I can ill afford a hansom, but I take one late at night to please her, as the walk from the nearest 'bus route is lonely."