17/20 "Thank heaven we're alive!" he said, as he followed her into the house. "Do you mean to say you didn't enjoy it!" "Oh, of course it was delightful; but I don't know that it was exactly--safe." "I see--you were afraid. We were safe enough so long as _I_ was driving." He smiled drearily. He felt that he had been whirled along in a delirious dream--a madman driven by a fool. As if in answer to his thoughts, she called back over the banisters-- "I'm not such a fool as I look, you know." No, for the life of him Stanistreet did not know. |