"Good-bye, sir," she said. "I hope you'll have a pleasant crossing."
He looked at her in some confusion.
"But what crossing do you mean?" he said. "There is no crossing except the road which now I cross. Ha! There is a good choke, Lady Dodo."
Dodo made her face quite blank.
"Is it indeed?" she said. "I should call it a bad fib."
She turned to her footman who was standing by the carriage door.
"Well?" she said.
"His Excellency is quite well again this morning, my lady," he said.
That too was rather straw-like.