"
She turned away from him; at the same moment the pale young gentleman
said, rather breathlessly,
"Miss Burgoyne, if you would permit me to accompany you and Miss Ingram
home, I should esteem it a great honor--and--and pleasure."
She whipped round in an instant.
"Oh, thank you, Percy--Mr. Miles, I mean," she added, in pretty
confusion. "That will be so kind of you. We shall be delighted, I'm
sure--very kind of you indeed."
No more was said at the moment, for Miss Burgoyne had been called; and
Lionel, as he wended his way to the wings, could only ask himself,
"What is she up to now? She calls me Mr. Moore before her friends, and
him Percy, and she contrives to put him into the position of rescuing
two distressed damsels. Well, what does it matter? I suppose women are
like that."
But Mr. Percival Miles's accompanying those two young ladies through the
storm did matter to him, in another way, and seriously. When, the
performance being over, he got into evening dress and drove along in a
hansom to the Garden Club, he found there two or three of the young
gentlemen who were in the habit of lounging about the supper-room,
glancing at illustrated papers or chewing toothpicks, until the time for
poker had arrived.
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