"Yes, yes, alone when she went in; but when she came out, after a quarter of an hour or more, she wasn't alone then."
"Who was with her?"
"A young man? What was he like—his dress—his features?"
"Oh! excuse me! but you don't suppose I took his photograph, do you? He was dressed, like everybody else, in a frock-coat. I thought he was rather a good-looking fellow. That's all I can tell you."
"And this man—this gentleman—this frock-coat—he came out with the lady, you say? Did she have his arm?"
"Oh! as to that, I can't say; I was on my box, and I didn't see them till they were close to my cab, and the young man helped the lady in."
"And got in with her?"
"No, no; he didn't get in—he said good-bye."
"How did he say it? Did he embrace her?—did he kiss her hand?"