"Well, he just turned and smiled at me—sort o' smiled good night."
"Of course! Very natural he should!"
"But he didn't seem to remember having done it," observed His Honour.
"Did he do anything besides smile at you?" asked Arthur.
"No, I don't think——" She smiled and hesitated a moment.
"Think again, Miss Silcock. You'd had a very pleasant evening together, you know."
Miss Silcock blushed a little, but was by no means displeased. "Well, he did cut a sort of caper—silly-like," she admitted.
"Oh, did he? Could you show us what it was like?"
"I couldn't show you," answered Miss Silcock, with a slight giggle and a little more blush. "He lifted up one leg and kind of wiggled it in the air, and——"
"Just then the 'bus went on again, is that it?"