your companion the shock of seeing me—in my dishonour—that led you to steal our cab.'
'Your cab?'
'Your delicacy was expensive for you!'
'You don't mean you were knocking about in cabs with him!' Selina cried.
'Of course I know that you don't really think a word of what you say about me,' Laura went on; 'though I don't know that that makes your saying it a bit less unspeakably base.'
The brougham pulled up in Park Lane and Mrs. Berrington bent herself to have a view through the front glass. 'We are there, but there are two other carriages,' she remarked, for all answer. 'Ah, there are the Collingwoods.'
'Where are you going—where are you going—where are you going?' Laura broke out.
The carriage moved on, to set them down, and while the footman was getting off the box Selina said: 'I don't pretend to be better than other women, but you do!' And being on the side of the house she quickly stepped out and carried her crowned brilliancy through the long-lingering daylight and into the open portals.
