It's all arranged.

Here we are.

Hop out." He suited his own action to his words and ran nimbly up the new terra-cotta steps of the _Hour's_ home.

He left me to pay the cabman.
When I rejoined him he was giving directions to an invisible somebody through folding doors.
"Come along," he said, breathlessly.

"Can't see him," he added to a little boy, who held a card in his hands.