'To-morrow morning, if you like. I shall have horses here at eleven, and we can ride in the Row, providing you will put up with anything so quiet as our cattle.'
'That is bully of you. I shall be here at eleven.'
'I thought all Americans used slang,' she said.
'You are the first English girl I have met,' he answered with extraordinary venom in his voice, 'who has not said "ripping."'
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Twenty minutes later Austin Selwyn, unable to secure a taxi, tramped along Oxford Street towards his hotel. He had just reached the Circus when the malignant wind, hiding in ambush down Regent Street, rushed at him unawares and sent his hat roistering into the doorway of a store. With a frown, Selwyn stopped and stared at the truant.
'Confound the wretched thing!' he said.