“ Yes; you will meet plenty of people. ”
“ Hm! I wish you ’ d let me see you home now. I won ’ t ask to go any further than the gate. ”
Lydia laughed. “ You should be very welcome, ” she said; “ but I am quite safe, thank you. I need not trouble you. ”
“ But suppose the cabman bullies you for double fare, ” persisted Cashel. “ I have business up in Finchley; and your place is right in any way there. Upon my soul I have, ” he added, suspecting that she doubted him. “ I go every Tuesday evening to the St. John ’ s Wood Cestus Club. ”
“ I am hungry and in a hurry to got home, ” said Lydia. “‘ I must be gone and live, or stay and die. ’ Come if you will; but in any case let us go at once. ”
She got into the cab, and Cashel followed, making some remark which she did not quite catch about i
