It made him uncomfortable.
"It's a fine day, ma'am," he remarked, seeking cover for his soul in conversation.

"A little warm for the time," he continued, wiping his forehead with a highly coloured silk handkerchief.
"Won't you sit down, Mr.Sleighter?
Do you find it warm?
I thought there was quite a chilly wind to-day.

But then you are more accustomed to the wind than I." The searching eyes were holding him steadily, but the face was kindly and full of genuine interest.
"I guess so," he said with a little laugh.

He would have scorned to acknowledge that his laugh was nervous and thin.

"I come from the windy side of the earth." "Oh!" "Yes, I am from out West--Alberta.