indifference to the door. The porter opened obsequiously for her, and, at her nod, hurried to the edge of the pavement and whistled for a taxi. The two lights of a vehicle almost immediately curved round towards her, like two eyes.

Gerald had followed in wonder, amid all the booing, not having caught her misdeed. He heard the Pussum’s voice saying:

‘Go and get it back from her. I never heard of such a thing! Go and get it back from her. Tell Gerald Crich — there he goes — go and make him give it up.’

Gudrun stood at the door of the taxi, which the man held open for her.

‘To the hotel?’ she asked, as Gerald came out, hurriedly.

‘Where you like,’