"Yes, but what's that?"
"I've wondered for years!"
He held out his big hand. Charmian yielded and got out of the car.
At ten o'clock Crayford had not reappeared, and she insisted on returning home.
"I can't stay out all night even for an impresario," she said.
Alston agreed, and they went out to the front door to get a carriage.
"Of course I'll see you home, Mrs. Charmian."
"Yes, you may."
As they drove off she exclaimed:
"That man really is a terror, Alston, or should I say a holy terror? Do you know, I feel almost guilty in daring to venture back to my own house."