"There's only one thing to be done. You will have to wait in the cab at the hotel, while I go and get some money. Then, if you'll let me, I can lend you what you require." "It's much too kind of you. Could you manage eleven shillings?" "Easily. I've just had a legacy." "Of course, if you think I ought to be economical, I'll go third-class. That would only be five shillings. Ten-and-six is the first-class fare. So you see the place I want to get to is two hours from London." "Well, that's something to know." "But not much, is it?" "I think I had better lend you a sovereign. Then you'll be able to buy a lunch-basket." "You think of everything. And you're perfectly right. I shall be starving. But how do you know you will get the money back?" "I'll risk it." "Well, then, I shall have to be inquisitive and ask your name. Otherwise I shan't know where to send the money." "Oh, there's no mystery about me. I'm an open book." "You needn't be horrid about it. I can't help being mysterious." "I didn't mean that." "It sounded as if you did. Well, who is my benefactor?" "My name is George Bevan. I am staying at the Carlton at present." "I'll remember." The taxi moved slowly down the Haymarket. The girl laughed. "Yes?" said George. "I was only thinking of back there. You know, I haven't thanked you nearly enough for all you did. You were wonderful." "I'm very glad I was able to be of any help." "What did happen? You must remember I couldn't see a thing except your back, and I could only hear indistinctly."