it up the bank."

"I know. I hope you weren't frightened. I'm awfully sorry."

"You drive rather well, considering."

"Steady the Buffs. Considering what?"

"Considering it's your first shot."

In silence I gave her the reins.

"After that," I said icily," after that there is no more to be
said. Was it for this that, at the age of four, I was borne by
two reluctant goats along the Hastings strand? Pardon me, those
last six words comprise an iambic line- a fact which is itself
the best evidence of my agitation. It is a little winning way I
have. Most criminals when charged make no reply. When I am
arrested, I shall protest in anapaests. As I was saying, was it
for this- ?"

"Stop, stop," she said, laughing; "you drive all right-
beautifully."

I took the reins again.

It was getting very cold, and I put the rug carefully about her.

"You're very good," she said,"but wait."