"Have you a key ?" he said, as he gave her his hand.
She stood above him, looking downwards half-dreamily as one emerging from a deep slumber.
"Do you know," she said, beginning to smile, "I thought that you were the Knave of Diamonds ?" "You've been asleep," he said rather curtly.
She gave a slight shudder as the night air brought her back, and in a moment, like the soft dropping of a veil, her reserve descended upon her.
"I am afraid I have," she said, "Please excuse me.

Are we already at the Manor?
Yes, I have the key." She took his hand and stepped down beside him.
"Good night, Mr.Errol," she said.

"And thank you." He did not offer to accompany her to the door.

A light was burning within, and he merely stood till he heard the key turn in the lock, then stepped back into the motor and slammed it shut without response of any sort to her last words.
Anne Carfax was left wondering if her dream had been a cause of offense..