After a few moments she moved toward the door. He went with her, picking up his hat.
“I can’t let you go with me,” she said with a faint smile.
“Why not?”
“You are involved sufficiently already.”
“What do I care for——”
“Hush, Garry. Do you wish to displease me?”
“No, but I——”
“Please! Call me a taxicab. I wish to go back alone.”
In spite of argument she remained smilingly firm. Finally he rang up a taxi for her. When it signalled he walked down stairs, through the dim hall and out to the grilled gateway beside her.