“And drive me,” Mr. George said. “I will pay you. Don’t overcharge.”
“Take me too,” said Mr. Wainbridge.
“You may both come,” answered Launa gaily.
“You must all dine here to-morrow night,” said Lily Phillips. “Launa, make your arrangements, and get it over.”
It was after dinner. Launa and Mr. George had been delightful. Mr. Wainbridge was suffering from his feelings for her; he could not be frivolous. The carriage came for Miss Archer, who sent it away.
“Come,” she said. “Good-night, Lily, I am going to drive. Jacobs got me a hansom, and has arranged it all for me. Do hurry,” she said to Mr. George. “I feel so excited.”
She put on a long driving coat, a little cap, and a very large silk handkerchief, which went round her neck, and covered the lower part of her face completely.
Mrs. Phillips came out to the door.
“We can’t start here,” said Launa; “the hansom is in a narrow street close by.”
They found it waiting just round the corner.