If you are afraid to return home alone--" He was interrupted by an affirmative nod this time.

Possibly, he conjectured, the girl had started out to elope and had fortunately paused at the brink.
"Will it help you at all if I go home with you ?" he asked.
His ear caught a muffled "Yes." Warrington beckoned to the waiter.
"Order a cab at once," he said.
The waiter hurried away, with visions of handsome tips.
Presently the girl raised her head and sat up.

Her eyes, dark as shadows in still waters, glistened.
"Be perfectly frank with me; and if I can be of service to you, do not hesitate to command me." He eyed her thoughtfully.

Everything attached to her person suggested elegance.

Her skin was as fine as vellum; her hair had a dash of golden bronze in it; her hands were white and shapely, and the horn on the tips of the fingers shone rosily.