"What can I do ?" Geoffrey took his arm--roughly as he took every thing; but in a companionable and confidential way.
"Go, like a good fellow, and tell her what has happened.

We'll start from here as if we were both going to the railway; and I'll drop you at the foot-path, in the gig.

You can get on to your own place afterward by the evening train.

It puts you to no inconvenience, and it's doing the kind thing by an old friend.

There's no risk of being found out.