Mr. George laughed quietly with intense enjoyment. They drove through dark streets. Launa had been coached by Jacobs which way to go. In one place where it was brightly lighted there was a public-house and a policeman. She drove slowly. Mr. Wainbridge glanced with apprehension at the stalwart supporter of law.
Then they turned a corner, and stopped in front of Victoria Mansions. Jacobs was waiting. Launa got down.
“It was perfectly celestial,” she said. “I never enjoyed anything so much in my life.”
“Nor I,” said Mr. George, “though I owe you five pounds. There is something romantic in being driven by a woman, and that woman you, and you drive so well. I am callous when I remember that five pounds, though I was alarmed about you.”
“Of course I would not take it,” she said.
Mr. Wainbridge looked white. He helped her to take off her coat.
“You will never do it again,” he said. “Promise—never.”
She laughed softly.
“I shall do it perhaps if I want to.”
“Only with me.”