“Why so?” said the other.
“I can't tell you. I had my private reasons.”
It was Rosa Macquarrie. Going down the dark lane she came upon a woman who had haunted the outside of the building during the past half hour, apparently thinking at one moment of entering and at the next of going away. The woman hurriedly lowered her veil as Rosa approached her, but she was too late to avoid recognition.
“Glory! Is it you?”
Glory covered her face with her hands and sobbed.
“Whatever are you doing here?”
“Don't ask me, Rosa. Oh, I'm a lost woman! Lord forgive me, what have I done?”
“My poor child!”
“Take me home, Rosa. And don't leave me to-night, dear—not to-night, Rosa.”
And Rosa took her by the arm and led her back to Clement's Inn.