"Yes, m'm?"
"I—I came with him——"
"Yes, m'm—aren't you well, m'm?"
"Don't you know me?"
"If it isn't Mrs. Allonby's, one-fifteen——" said Buck.
"His name—the gentleman's name——"
Then, as the horse lifted a foot, she slipped a little on the step. She might not have fallen, but his old and instinctive muscular discipline counted for something. Buck had made a remarkably swift movement, and his arm now supported her. Suddenly she surrendered her weight to him.
"Here, m'm," said the astonished Buck, "come and set down on the bench."
Louie turned up entreating eyes. "You can't guess?"
"If it's Richards, seven——"