Hendle, now more attentive, laughed. "A lawyer and superstitious?"
"Oh, bosh! I am not in the least superstitious. But there are some things which are hard to explain. It's gone!" Carrington wiped his perspiring face and looked round with an air of relief.
"What's gone?"
"That feeling of walking over my own grave."
"Rubbish!" said Hendle, who was much too stolid to believe in such things. "I expect it was only a sudden chill."
"I dare say, although it is odd that I should get a chill in this blazing sunshine," muttered the barrister, who was more impressed than he cared to admit. "But there are more things in heaven and earth----"
"What a well-worn quotation! You need bucking up. Come into the inn and we will each have a tankard."
"I don't like drinking in the morning."
"Nor do I. I never do. But all this worry has knocked me out of time and you aren't feeling up to the mark. Come along. Mrs. Pansey has known me all the days of my life and is distinctly a good sort. I often look in and have a chat."
"As an Olympian descending among mortals," said Carrington smiling, for by this time his odd feeling had passed away.