"And then I'll drive on into Dumfries and see the police.

These men must be arrested." "Yes, do," she urged.

"I will get into the house by the stable-yard, for they must not see me in this terrible plight." It was rough walking, therefore at my invitation she took my arm, and as she did so I felt that she was shivering.
"You are very wet," I remarked.

"I hope you won't take cold." "Oh! I'm used to getting wet.

I drive and cycle a lot, you know, and very often get drenched," was her reply.