"My dear, I walked miles--miles, I tell you!--in that hideous fog.

And then found I'd been walking entirely in the wrong direction! I fetched up somewhere down Notting Hill Gate way, and at last by the help of heaven and a policeman discovered the Tube station.

So here I am.

But if I could have come across a taxi I'd have been ready to _buy_ it, I was so tired!" "Poor dear!" Magda was duly sympathetic.

"We'll have some tea.