"And my address is still the Carlton Club!" He bowed, and turned into
the house.
The footman banged the door of the taxi, and stood awaiting
instructions.
"T-wenty-two, Laburnum Crescent," said Claire weakly. Halfway through
the words a sudden obstacle arose in her throat. It was all she could
do to struggle through. She hoped to goodness the footman did not
notice.
"There now! what did I tell you? You look fagged to death, and as cross
as two sticks. Five shillings wasted on taxis, and nothing for it but
getting thoroughly upset. Next time I hope you will take my advice!"
said Cecil, and took up her candle to grope her way up the dark stairway
to bed.