He hailed a taxi, and they got into it and were driven down Fitzjohn's Avenue and homewards. Once she turned to him and said again, "Are you going to Ireland with him?" but when he answered, "I must, Cecily, I said I would!" she turned away again and did not speak until the taxi drew up before her door.
"Perhaps you'd rather I didn't come in?" he said, expecting that she would dismiss him, but she did not do so.
"Jimphy may be at home," she said, "and probably he'd like to see you!"
"I thought he'd gone away for the day!"
"He may have returned."
She went up the steps of the house while he paid the driver of the taxi-cab, and spoke to the servant who had opened the door.
"He's not in," she said to Henry when he joined her.
"Then I won't ..."
"Come in," she interrupted. "I want to say something to you!"
He followed her into the hall and up the stairs to the drawing-room, where she left him while she went to her room to take off her outdoor garments. He moved aimlessly about until she returned. She had changed her clothes, and was wearing a loose golden silk teagown with a girdle round it, and the gold in her hair seemed to be enriched by the gold in her dress. She went up to him quickly, putting her hands on his shoulders and drawing him close to her.