"It did not _seem_ long! I suppose we dawdled.

We began to talk--bah! it is growing chill! let us go home!" Mr.Musgrave accompanies us to the entrance to the gardens.
"Good-night, Frank!" cries Sir Roger, as he follows me into the carriage.
As soon as I am in, I recollect that I have ungratefully forgotten to shake hands with my late escort.
"Good-night!" cry I, too, stretching out a compunctious hand, over Sir Roger and the carriage-side.

"I am so sorry! I forgot all about you!" "What hotel are you at ?" asks Sir Roger, closing the carriage-door after him.

"The Victoria?
Oh, yes.

We are at the Saxe.