Moreover, I was a gentleman, and here might be a lady in need of help.

I need not say that in a moment I was at the side of the carriage.
Its occupant made no exclamation of surprise; in fact, she moved back upon the other side of the seat in the darkness, as though to make room for me! I was absorbed in a personal puzzle.

Here was I, messenger upon some important errand, as I might guess.

But white satin and a midnight adventure--at least, a gentleman might bow and ask if he could be of assistance! A dark framed face, whose outlines I could only dimly see in the faint light of the street lamp, leaned toward me.

The same small hand nervously reached out, as though in request.
I now very naturally stepped closer.