Linforth could not make sure.
There had been a flash of some sudden emotion.

That at all events was certain.

But in guessing fear, he argued, his wits must surely have gone far astray; though fear was the first guess which he had made.
"What was the matter ?" Violet Oliver answered readily.
"A big man was jigging down upon us.

I saw him over your shoulder.

I dislike being bumped by big men," she said, with a little easy laugh.
"And still more I hate having a new frock torn." Dick Linforth was content with the answer.