She met him a while later in the thronged drawing-room of the club, rather a shy and embarrassed young man, heading a distinct course toward her through a swarm of kind yet predatory ladies. She admired the simple craftsmanship of his approach.
“How are you going to get home?” he asked.
The adorable carelessness of twenty shrugged its shoulders.
“I don’t know. The Lord will provide.”
“If you can’t find a taxi, will you walk?”
The question implied a hope, so obvious that she laughed gaily.
“There are buses also and tubes.”
“In which you can’t travel alone at this time of night.”
She scoffed: “Oh, can’t I?” But his manifest fear that she should encounter satyrs in train or omnibus pleased her greatly.
“Father’s dining at his club close by and is calling for me. He will see that you
