There comes the bus.' Bullivant turned desperately in that direction.

He saw there was as yet no inside passenger.
'Do allow me to go a short way with you ?' burst from his lips.

'I positively don't know how I shall spend the morning.' Monica had signalled to the driver, and was hurrying forward.

Bullivant followed, reckless of consequences.

In a minute both were seated within.
'You will forgive me ?' pleaded the young fellow, remarking a look of serious irritation on his companion's face.