“No, no, no,” she said vehemently. “I’m quite safe, and quite happy now. If you are a gentleman, remember your promise. Let him drive on till I stop him. Thank you⁠—oh! thank you, thank you!”

My hand was on the cab door. She caught it in hers, kissed it, and pushed it away. The cab drove off at the same moment⁠—I started into the road, with some vague idea of stopping it again, I hardly knew why⁠—hesitated from dread of frightening and distressing her⁠—called, at last, but not loudly enough to attract the driver’s attention. The sound of the wheels grew fainter in the distance⁠—the cab melted into the black shadows on the road⁠—the woman in white was gone.