"What about him?" I said.
Half an hour later two exhausted people—one of them with lunch for six on his back—began the ascent to the wood, trailing their skis behind them.
"Another moment," said Myra, "and I should have screamed."
IV.—THOMAS, AND A TURN
Myra finished her orange, dried her hands daintily on my handkerchief, and spoke her mind.
"This is the third time," she said, "that Thomas has given us the slip. If he gets engaged to that girl in red I shall cry."
"There are," I said, idly throwing a crust at Simpson and missing him, "engagements and Swiss engagements—just as there are measles and German measles. It is well known that Swiss engagements don't count."
"We got engaged in Kent. A bit of luck."