“I’ve got my season,” she said.
“I thought I’d take you home as it’s rather late, if you don’t mind.”
“Oh, I don’t mind if it gives you any pleasure.”
He took a single first for her and a return for himself.
“Well, you’re not mean, I will say that for you,” she said, when he opened the carriage-door.
Philip did not know whether he was pleased or sorry when other people entered and it was impossible to speak. They got out at Herne Hill, and he accompanied her to the corner of the road in which she lived.