"I will, of course," she said, and made for the front door so quickly that Charles only just had it open in time.
As he told the butler before he slept that night, "It'd've done your kind heart good, Mr. Baldwin, to see how they were eating 'im with their eyes. His word law, you know, and do what he wanted, almost before he could say what it was, and it might be an hour before he could tell 'em why. And the terrible object he was—but with something strong and compelling, one might say, underneath."
He was thinking, perhaps of the hand which had lifted him over the threshold.
Charles had followed his mistress to the taxi.
The driver, turning on her approach, stood back, touching his cap; amazed by this condescension of jewels and silk to beauty ill-clothed, draggled, dirty and exhausted.
Suddenly Lady Elizabeth remembered that she did not know even the girl's name.
"Open the door, please," she said to the driver. And then, to Amaryllis, "My dear, you're to come in," and stretched her hands out with a motion so inviting that the girl laid her own in them, taking all their support to rise and get out on the pavement.
"Take my arm. Poor little thing, you're tired to death," said Lady Elizabeth, with what the girl called a coo in her voice.
"You don't even know my name——" began Amaryllis.
"I know something better—you're Dick Bellamy's friend. That is a passport and an introduction, my dear."