“There’s a taxi!” said Craven. “One minute!”
He let her arm go and ran after it, while she stood waiting at the corner. In a moment he came back followed by the cab, which drew up by the kerb. He opened the door and she got in. He was preparing to follow her when she leaned forward and put her hand on the door.
“Mayn’t I? Don’t you wish me to come with you?”
She shook her head.
“But do let me see you home. If you are ill you really oughtn’t to be alone.”
“But I’m spoiling your evening. Why not go back?”
“Go back?”
“Yes—go back to Beryl?”
He stiffened, and the hard look came into his face. She saw his jaw quiver slightly.
“To Miss Van Tuyn? But she is with someone.”