She saw young Mershone at the Kermess that evening paying indifferent attentions to other women and ignoring her, and was sincerely glad to have done with him for good and all.
She obeyed readily the man who asked her to be seated in the limousine.
Arthur would be with her in a minute, he said.

When the door closed and the car started she had an impulse to cry out but next moment controlled it and imagined they were to pick up Mr.Weldon on some corner.
On and on they rolled, and still no evidence of the owner of the limousine.

What could it mean, Louise began to wonder.

Had something happened to Arthur, so that he had been forced to send her home alone?
As the disquieting thought came she tried to speak with the chauffeur, but could not find the tube.

The car was whirling along rapidly; the night seemed very dark, only a few lights twinkled here and there outside.
Suddenly the speed slackened.