She must be unwell, she thought. And she decided, with some
wisdom, not to submit herself to the scrutiny of Paul Deulin again.
Mr. Mangles had not finished his excellent cigar; and although
Miss Mangles did not feel disposed for another of those long,
innocent-looking Russian cigarettes offered by Deulin, she had still
some views of value to be pressed upon the notice of the inferior sex.
Deulin had been glancing at the clock for some time, and, suspiciously
soon after learning that they were not to see Netty again, he announced
with regret that he had letters to write, and must take his leave.
Cartoner made no excuse, but departed at the same time.
"I will come down to the door with you," said Deulin, in the passage.
He was always idle, and always had leisure to follow his sociable
instincts.
At the side door, while Cartoner was putting on his coat, he stepped
rather suddenly out into the street, and before Cartoner had found his
hat was back again.
"It is a moonlight night," he said. "I will walk with you part of the
way."
He turned, as he spoke, towards his coat and hat and stick, which were
hanging near to where Cartoner had found his own. He did not seem to
think it necessary to ask the usual formal permission.
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