"Pardon my swearing," I added; a proof of recovered equanimity.
We resumed the road in silence.

I was physically and mentally shaken; and I tried to deceive myself as to the cause.

After some time I said: "You insist then in preserving your--your incognito." "Oh, I make no mystery of myself," she answered.
"You have told me that you come from the Fourth Dimension," I remarked, ironically.
"I come from the Fourth Dimension," she said, patiently.

She had the air of one in a position of difficulty; of one aware of it and ready to brave it.

She had the listlessness of an enlightened person who has to explain, over and over again, to stupid children some rudimentary point of the multiplication table.
She seemed to divine my thoughts, to be aware of their very wording.