"I've seen it twice, and I don't care to hang over the edge of it," she said. "Besides, it's very comfortable in here; don't you think so?"
"I'm not finding any fault," Brockway rejoined. "I wish we might have the coach to ourselves for the rest of the day."
"Do you? I thought you had been enjoying yourself all along."
"So I have, in a way; but I hate and abhor a crowd—I've had to be the nucleus of too many of them, I suppose."
"What do you call a crowd?" she inquired, laughing at the outburst of vindictiveness.
"Three people—sometimes. Half the pleasure of this forenoon has been slain by the knowledge that we'll have to fight for our dinners with the mob at that wretched little table d'hôte at Graymont."
"Can't we escape it?"
"Not without going hungry."
"I think Mr. and Mrs. Burton are going to escape it."
"What makes you think that?"