Perhaps there was, but a more intimate acquaintance with the character of Nella Racksole would have been necessary in order to predict what precise form that romance would take.
Jules himself served the liquids, and at ten o'clock he brought another note.

Entreating a thousand pardons, Reginald Dimmock, after he had glanced at the note, excused himself on the plea of urgent business for his Serene master, uncle of the Grand Duke of Posen.

He asked if he might fetch Mr Racksole, or escort Miss Racksole to her father.

But Miss Racksole said gaily that she felt no need of an escort, and should go to bed.

She added that her father and herself always endeavoured to be independent of each other.
Just then Theodore Racksole had found his way once more into Mr Babylon's private room.