"Nothing. But if it hadn't been for him I should have known you a year ago."
The hansom drew up. She sank back into her corner and held out her hand.
"I'll say good-bye now. I'm not equal to seeing them, after all. You can tell them you've seen me, and that I meant to call."
"Very well. Is he to drive you straight home?"
"Yes, please. But tell him to go the longest way round, by Fulham—or anywhere."
He said good-bye, got out, and gave the order to the driver. As the hansom turned up Northumberland Avenue, he caught a side view of the pathetic little face through the window. Then she was whirled away from him, towards Fulham—or anywhere. He stood looking after her till the sound of the horse's bells was lost in the roar of Charing Cross.
Then he remembered that he had once said she would be "capable of anything."