He glanced down at them for a moment.

Her reluctance was evident.
"Perhaps," he suggested coolly, "we should make faster progress if I were to follow you." She took no further notice of him for some time.

Then very suddenly she drew him to one side out of the throng, into an almost empty anteroom--a dismal little apartment lined with shelves full of blue books and Parliamentary records.
"I am content to obey my guide," he remarked, "but why this abrupt flight ?" She hesitated.

Then she raised her eyes and looked at him.

Perhaps some instinct told her that the truth was best.
"Because Mr.Culvain was in that crowd," she told him.