Chapter XI

It was nearly eleven o’clock before Linda got back to Miss Dallow’s that night. Andrew Lincoln himself brought her back in a taxi, acceding to her timid request to stop at the corner of the street and let her walk to the house alone. It had been quite a successful evening, and he had been most kind, but as she said good-night to him and hurried away through the darkness it suddenly struck Linda with a sense of surprise, how very little business had been discussed. He had shown her photographs and books, and treasur…