What might have been their thoughts at the spectacle of a shameless middle- aged man abducting headlong into the upper regions of a respectable hotel a terrified young girl obviously under age, I don't know.

And Fyne (he told me so) did not care for what people might think.

All he wanted was to reach his wife before the girl collapsed.

For a time she ran with him but at the last flight of stairs he had to seize and half drag, half carry her to his wife.

Mrs.Fyne waited at the door with her quite unmoved physiognomy and her readiness to confront any sort of responsibility, which already characterized her, long before she became a ruthless theorist.