"Not a bit," he declared cheerfully.
She rose.
"You know you ought to have said that I never am horrid or grumpy. But no matter!"
"I've got a conscience to think of, you know," he suggested.
Outside, they found that the fog had cleared away, leaving a wet, cold world behind it.
"We'll choose our horse now," he said.
"Oh, how lovely! Here comes a hansom! Poor thing, his knees are rather awful. There's a better one—that big bay, Ted!"
"Got a fare already."
"Oh, I didn't think of that."
"We'll walk along. You wouldn't sooner have a crock from the rank, would you?"