No! I didn't reckon up carefully in my mind all this I have been telling you.

How could I have done so, with Fyne right there in the room?
He sat perfectly still, statuesque in homely fashion, after having delivered himself of his effective assent: "Yes.

The convict," and I, far from indulging in a reminiscent excursion into the past, remained sufficiently in the present to muse in a vague, absent-minded way on the respectable proportions and on the (upon the whole) comely shape of his great pedestrian's calves, for he had thrown one leg over his knee, carelessly, to conceal the trouble of his mind by an air of ease.

But all the same the knowledge was in me, the awakened resonance of which I spoke just now; I was aware of it on that beautiful day, so fresh, so warm and friendly, so accomplished--an exquisite courtesy of the much abused English climate when it makes up its meteorological mind to behave like a perfect gentleman.

Of course the English climate is never a rough.