He turned and came to meet them.

Helen put her hand on the reins--a thing which she had always taught Philip was _never_ done--and the pony stopped.

The man, who was, as Philip put it to himself, 'tall and tweedy,' came across in front of the pony's nose and stood close by the wheel on the side where Helen sat.

She shook hands with him, and said, 'How do you do ?' in quite the usual way.

But after that they whispered.