He leaned on his brother's shoulder, waiting for her.
Nap glanced round at her.

She saw his ironical smile for an instant.
"Miss Waring prefers to wait for Bertie, perhaps," he remarked.
The words stung her, she scarcely knew why, and what had been a half-reluctant prejudice before turned to sudden hot antagonism in Dot's heart.

She hated Nap Errol from that moment.
But Lucas laid a quiet hand on her arm, and her resentment died.
"I think Miss Waring was waiting for me," he said.

"Will you let me lean on you, Miss Waring?
Steps are always a difficulty to me." "Of course," she said eagerly.

"Do lean hard!" It occurred to her afterwards that the valet's assistance would have been more effectual than hers, and at the top of the steps she glanced back at him.