importance; she had said she would, but what was it? He, having no suitable answer ready, had made a loud buzzing noise indicative of a telephone exchange in pain, and then rung off. And now he was waiting in that peculiar condition of mind which reveals itself outwardly in hands that are rather too warm, and feet that are rather too cold.
"When is this bally train likely to arrive?" He accosted a phlegmatic official, who regarded him coldly, and doubted the likelihood of its being more than a quarter of an hour early.
At length it was signalled, and Hugh got back into his car. Feverishly he scanned the faces of the passengers as they came out into the street, until, with a sudden quick jump of his heart, he saw her, cool and fresh, coming towards him with a faint smile on her lips.
"What is this very important matter you want to talk to me about?" she demanded, as he adjusted the rug round her.
"I'll tell you when we get out on the Hog's Back," he said, slipping in his clutch. "It's absolutely vital."
He stole a glance at her, but she was looking straight in front of her, and her face seemed expressionless.
"You must stand a long way off when you do," she said demurely. "At least if it's the same thing as you told me over the 'phone."
Hugh grinned sheepishly.
"The Exchange went wrong," he remarked at length. "Astonishing how rotten the telephones are in Town these days."
"Quite remarkable," she returned. "I thought
