"It may be too late," Katharine replied. Without understanding her,
Mary began to pity her for what she was suffering.
"Nonsense," she said, taking her hand and rubbing it. "If we don't
find him there we shall find him somewhere else."
"But suppose he's walking about the streets--for hours and hours?"
She leant forward and looked out of the window.
"He may refuse ever to speak to me again," she said in a low voice,
almost to herself.
The exaggeration was so immense that Mary did not attempt to cope with
it, save by keeping hold of Katharine's wrist. She half expected that
Katharine might open the door suddenly and jump out. Perhaps Katharine
perceived the purpose with which her hand was held.
"Don't be frightened," she said, with a little laugh. "I'm not going
to jump out of the cab. It wouldn't do much good after all."
Upon this, Mary ostentatiously withdrew her hand.
"I ought to have apologized," Katharine continued, with an effort,
"for bringing you into all this business; I haven't told you half,
either. I'm no longer engaged to William Rodney. He is to marry
Cassandra Otway. It's all arranged--all perfectly right.
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