"What are you staring at, Randall?" asked a young man of about his own age, slapping him on the shoulder. "You seem star-gazing."
"So I am."
"Star-gazing at midday?"
"It is a human star, Tudor. In short, it is a beautiful girl, whom I have just helped into a car."
"Who is she?"
"I don't know, I'm sure."
"An unknown divinity, eh? Tell me about it, for there is evidently a story under all this."
"A very short one. I found an elderly scamp annoying her, and knocked his hat over his eyes."
"And, after having gallantly rescued her, you helped her into a car?"
"Exactly."