"What--what!" I cried.
"I said I inhabit the Fourth Dimension." I recovered my equanimity with the thought that I had been visited by some stroke of an obscure and unimportant physical kind.
"I think we must have been climbing the hill too fast for me," I said, "I have not been very well.

I missed what you said." I was certainly out of breath.
"I said I inhabit the Fourth Dimension," she repeated with admirable gravity.
"Oh, come," I expostulated, "this is playing it rather low down.

You walk a convalescent out of breath and then propound riddles to him." I was recovering my breath, and, with it, my inclination to expand.
Instead, I looked at her.

I was beginning to understand.

It was obvious enough that she was a foreigner in a strange land, in a land that brought out her national characteristics.