It was all as foolish and childish and ridiculous as it well could be.

I deserved what was coming to me--and I got it.
For, as I came down the Lane, I met Oscar, the chauffeur, and a companion, whom I judged to be a fellow servant--the coachman, I learned afterwards--walking in the direction of the village.

The rain had ceased, but they wore natty raincoats and caps and had the city air of smartness which I recognized and envied, even in them.

The footpath was narrow, but they apparently had no intention of stepping to one side, so I made way for them.

They whispered together as they approached and looked at me curiously as we passed.