"Dear lady," he said with provoking insolence, "do you know that it is one o'clock and that we are nearly five miles from Charing Cross?"
"It would make no difference to me if we were fifty."
"But your father is coming here——"
"That is not true."
"Come, you compel me to be angry. Understand that I have no intention whatever of letting you go. If you persist, I must speak more frankly."
"A new experience. Stand aside, please. I am going to leave this house."
He laughed brutally.
"Go to your English friend. I will telegraph that you are coming. Go to him—if he is still alive, dear lady."
She shuddered but did not flinch.
"I will tell the story where all the world may read it to-morrow."