With his remembrance of Susy's theatrical tendencies, he was quite prepared for any capricious futile extravagance.
"You are sure we will not disturb her ?" he said politely.
"No." Clarence led the way to the carriage.

If Mr.Hooker expected him during the journey to try to divine the purport of Susy's message he was disappointed.

His companion did not allude to it.

Possibly looking upon it as a combined theatrical performance, Clarence preferred to wait for Susy as the better actor.

The carriage rolled rapidly through the now deserted streets, and at last, under the directions of Mr.Hooker, who was leaning half out of the window, it drew up at a middle-class restaurant, above whose still lit and steaming windows were some ostentatiously public apartments, accessible from a side entrance.