"Who will?"
"Any one that sees us."
"I'm not concerned with what people think."
"That's all right then. Nor am I. Will you wait here or come with me to the stable?"
"I'll wait," she said.
People with blue faces and red-rimmed eyes went past her, and there was not one of them she did not envy, for of all the people in that town, she alone was waiting for George Halkett. He came too soon, and held out a helping hand which she disdained.
"My word!" he said, "the wind is cold. Keep the rug round you."
"No, I don't like it." She pushed it off. "I can't bear the smell of it."
"I'm sorry," he said. "It's clean enough."
"I didn't think it was dirty," she explained, and a few minutes afterwards, she added, "I'm sorry I was rude, George."