I've had no exercise to-day, and all this has made me nervous." "I shouldn't wonder," said MacConnell dryly.

Hilda pulled down her veil and they stepped out into the thick brown wash that submerged St.
Martin's Lane.

MacConnell took her hand and tucked it snugly under his arm.

"I'm sorry I was such a savage.

I hope you didn't think I made an ass of myself." "Not a bit of it.