"By no means," she answered; "you＇re very tired; you must go home and go to bed."
The cab was found, and he helped her into it,standing a moment at the door. "When people forget I＇m a poor creature I＇m often incommoded," he said. "But it＇s worse when they remember it!"
CHAPTER 16
She had had no hidden motive in wishing him not to take her home; it simply struck her that for some days past she had consumed an inordinate quantity of his time, and the independent spirit of the American girl whom extravagance of aid places in an attitude that she ends by 昀nding "affected" had made her decide that for these few hours she must suf昀ce to herself. She had moreover a great fondness for intervals of solitude, which since her arrival in England had been but meagrely met. It was a luxury she could always command at home and she had wittingly missed it. That evening, however, an incident occurred which—had there been a critic to note it—would have taken all colour from the theory that the wish to be quite by herself had caused her to dispense with her cousin＇s attendance. Seated toward nine o＇clock in the dim illumination of Pratt＇s Hotel and trying with the aid of two tall candles to lose herself in a volume she had brought from Gardencourt, she succeeded only to the extent of reading other words than those printed on the page—words that Ralph had spoken to her that afternoon. Suddenly the wellmuffed knuckle of the waiter was applied to the door,which presently gave way to his exhibition, even as a glorious trophy, of the card of a visitor. When this memento had offered to her fixed sight the name of Mr. Caspar Goodwood she let the man stand before her without signifying her wishes.