"If you do that again," she said severely, "I'll leave you in the road—"
"In the what?"
"In the road to find your own way home as best you can."
"You have a hard nose," I said doggedly. I was almost sure that the ear-rings were pearl ear-rings.
There was a pause. The cold was making us silent. My fingers were getting numbed, but I dared not chafe them. I was afraid of the rug.
"You're not doing much for your drive," she said presently. "Do say something."
"You want to converse?"
"Yes."
"Very well, then. I didn't see you at Blackpool this year."
"That's curious."