more than once. "The faster the better, Thomas," she said. "I walked
out and am tired."

"I saw you come striding down the road, ma'am," he said
deferentially, "and I knew you got off your own beat by mistake. I
think I'd have screwed up my courage and said something if Mr.
Travers hadn't happened along."

Madeleine nodded carelessly and entered the hack, followed by
Travers, in spite of her protests.

"I too walked out here and intended to ask some one to give me a
lift home. I am the unfortunate possessor of a liver, my dear young
lady, and must walk six miles a day, although I loathe walking as I
loathe drinking weak whiskey and water."

Madeleine shrugged her shoulders and attempted to raise one of the
curtains. The interior was as dark as a cave. But Travers exclaimed
in alarm.

"No! No! Not until we get out of this. When we have reached the
city, but not here. In a hack on this road--"

"Oh, very well. Then entertain me, please, as I cannot look out. You
always have something interesting to tell."

"I am flattered to think you find me entertaining. I've sometimes
thought you didn't like me."

"Now you know that is nonsense. I always think myself fortunate if I