"And now? You look quite sound in wind and limb still," she commented.
"Oh, I've been one of the lucky ones. I've only got a game leg as my souvenir of hell. I just limp a bit, that's all."
"I'm so sorry you've a souvenir of any kind," said Nan quickly, with the spontaneousness which was part of her charm.
"Now that's very nice of you," answered the man. "There's no reason why you should burden yourself with the woes of a perfect stranger."
"I don't call you a perfect stranger," replied Nan serenely. "I call you a Good Samaritan."
"I'm generally known as Peter Mallory," he interjected modestly.
"And you know my name. I think that constitutes an introduction."
"Thank you," he said simply.
Nan laughed.
"The thanks are all on my side," she answered. "Here we are at
Paddington, and it's entirely due to you that I shall catch my train."