Rokeby surveyed her quizzically. "What an admission," he said, "from an arch-enemy! You are the enemy of us all, aren't you? Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Where were you going?" Julia countered.
"To No. 30."
"Then—yes—you can do something for me. You can go away again."
"Are they out?" said Rokeby; "are they ill? What's the mystery?"
She looked up and down the road; she gave him the impression that she stamped her feet and frowned, though to appearances she did neither. She ordered:
"Don't loiter here. Osborn—Mr. Kerr'll be home directly, and if he sees you he'll take you in, won't he?"
"Probably, I should say."
"Then come away."
"If I may walk a little way with you."