"I suppose you mean it＇s improper for me to walk alone!" Henrietta exclaimed. "Merciful powers, have I come to this?"
"There＇s not the slightest need of your walking alone," Mr. Bantling gaily interposed. "I should be greatly pleased to go with you."
"I simply meant that you＇d be late for dinner," Ralph returned. "Those poor ladies may easily believe that we refuse, at the last, to spare you."
"You had better have a hansom, Henrietta," said Isabel.
"I＇ll get you a hansom if you＇ll trust me," Mr. Bantling went on.