“And I’d give a pound to see you walk there,” said the driver, already in his seat.
He threw in the clutch and with a cheery “Good night” passed the extravagantly encountered pair.
“They say miracles don’t happen, but one has happened now,” said Olivia breathlessly. “If you hadn’t come out of space——”
“Do tell me something about it,” he asked.
“But don’t you know?”
“You said that profit-merchant had insulted you and that was enough for me.”
“Oh, my God! I’m so ashamed!” she cried, with a wild, pretty gesture of her hands. “What will you think of me?”
Mad words rushed through his brain, but before they found utterance he gripped himself. He had, once more, his hands on the controls.
“What I think of you, Miss Gale, it would be wiser not to say. I should like to hear what has occurred. But, pardon me,” he said abruptly, noticing her curious, uneven step, and glancing down instinctively at her feet, “what has become of your shoe?”
“My slipper—why, of course——” She halted, suddenly aware of the loss. “I must have left it in the cab. I stuck up my foot and reached for it and broke the window with the heel. I also think I hit him in the face.”