"
"Will you?" she said, suddenly wheeling round, and bestowing upon him a
glance of obvious gratitude. "That is indeed kind of you! Now I don't
care for all the fogs in Christendom. But really and truly," she
added--"really and truly you must tell me if I am taking you away from
any other engagement."
"Not at all," he said, idly. "I had thought of going up to the Garden
Club for some supper, but it isn't the sort of night for anybody to be
wandering about. When I've left you in the Edgeware Road, I can find my
way to my rooms easily. Once in Park Lane, I could go blindfold."
And very proud and pleased was Miss Burgoyne to accept his escort--that
is to say, when he had, with an immense amount of trouble, brought a
four-wheeled cab, accompanied by two link-boys with blazing torches, up
to the stage-door. And when they had started off on their unknown
journey through this thick chaos, she did not minimize the fears she
otherwise should have suffered; this was thanking him by implication. As
for the route chosen by the cabman, or rather by the link-boys, neither
he nor she had the faintest idea what it was. Outside they could see
nothing but the gold and crimson of the torches flaring through the
densely yellow fog; while the grating of the wheels against the curb
told them that their driver was keeping as close as he could to the
pavement.
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