“D’you remember the extraordinary moment when you felt the machine going along; even with the man holding the handle-bars?”
“You wait until there’s nobody to hold the handlebars.”
“Have you been out alone yet?”
The two faces looked at each other.
“Shall we tell her?”
“You must tell me; es ist bestimmt in Gottes Rath.” They leaned across the table and spoke low one after the other. “We went out—last night—after dark—and rode—round Russell Square—twice—in our knickers——”
“No. Did you really? How simply heavenly.”
“It was. We came home nearly crying with rage at not being able to go about, permanently, in nothing but knickers. It would make life an absolutely different thing.”
“The freedom of movement.”
“Exactly. You feel like a sprite you are so light.”