"No heel-taps," he whispered, "to the bottom quaff."
"Take me home, will you?"
"Mrs. Bliss is not ready."
"Tell her that I must go."
He went behind her chair and whispered something, and she nodded to me
to go without her.
When her carriage came up, I think he gave the coachman an order to
drive home in a round-about way, for we were a long time reaching it.
I kept my face to the window, and he made no effort to divert my
attention. When we came to a street whose thick rows of trees shut out
the moonlight my eager soul longed to leap out into the dark and demand
of him his heart, soul, life, for _me_.