‘Really,’ he said, when they were out of sight, and only green fields, empty of everything but cows, were visible. ‘Really.’
He stopped and wiped his forehead.
‘’Ot?’ ventured Sally, timid but sympathetic.
‘To think that I can’t leave you alone a minute!’ he cried.
‘They ask me the way,’ Sally explained.
‘Quite,’ said Jocelyn. ‘Quite. And what did you say, might I inquire?’
‘Said as ’ow I didn’t know it.’
‘Quite,’ said Jocelyn. ‘Quite.’
‘Bein’, as one might say, a stranger in these parts,’ Sally explained still further, for these repeated quites upset her into speech.
‘Quite,’ said Jocelyn. ‘Quite.’