"It was my fault, letting you ride behind that brute.

Thank God, you're not hurt! And I'm only too glad it wasn't worse.

I'm always doing some unfortunate, ignoble thing.

I want to take care of you and make you happy, and I would begin by putting your very life in danger." "It wasn't ignoble," said the girl, and again he felt her hand upon his arm.

"It was grand.