"Oh, well, the ache thereof."
Presently she sighed loudly and with suggestive reproach.
"To think that all the time nice, cross, comfy you were there behind me! I wish I'd known!"
He compressed his lips humorously.
"Don't be mean!" she laughed. "More tea?" As she handed him his cup:—
"Ted, you're not to be feeling superior just because I got into a muddle and you pulled me out! If it had been a bog now, it would have been the other way about! But yellow fog, and—" she gave a little shudder—"the newspaper boys! But I ask you, how was a sane person, in other words, an Irish person, to guess that omnibuses would refuse to allow dogs in them? All the same," softly, "I'm feeling just now that man is a noble animal, and woman a mere headless and rudderless cipher. But I warn you it won't last."
"Wish it would," he said, giving K.K. a piece of cake.
"Ah, then, you are feeling superior! Ted, what would you have done if I had had hysterics when I caught sight of you? Oh, I'm so happy!"
"Eat something," he urged.
She looked round the room, then out at the fog, and smiled on him.