“Would it be far out of your way?” she asked, in a low voice.
“Quite the opposite direction,” returned Mr. Hardy, firmly.
“How I got 'ere I don't know,” said Mrs. Kybird, addressing the room in general; “it's a wonder to me. Well, once is enough in a lifetime.”
“Mr. Hardy,” said Kate Nugent, again, in a low voice, “I should be so much obliged if you would take Mrs. Kybird away. She seems bent on quarrelling with my aunt. It is very awkward.”
It was difficult to resist the entreaty, but Mr. Hardy had a very fair idea of the duration of Miss Nugent's gratitude; and, besides that, Murchison was only too plainly enjoying his discomfiture.
“She can get home alone all right,” he whispered.
Miss Nugent drew herself up disdainfully; Dr. Murchison, looking scandalized at his brusqueness, hastened to the rescue.
“As a medical man,” he said, with a considerable appearance of gravity, “I don't think that Mrs. Kybird ought to go home alone.”
“Think not?” inquired Hardy, grimly.
“Certain of it,” breathed the doctor.