"Had you?"
"Do you think I should ever have come back to this dear solitude otherwise?"
Now, when I would have kissed her, she turned her head aside.
"Peter."
"Yes, Charmian?"
"The Lady Sophia Sefton never did gallop her horse up the steps of St.
Paul's Cathedral."
"Didn't she, Charmian?"
"And she couldn't help her name being bandied from mouth to mouth, or 'hiccoughed out over slopping wineglasses,' could she?"
"No," said I, frowning; "what a young fool I was!"
"And, Peter—"