"Yes, I was; I went for a run in the park just before dressing-time."
"It must have been quite dark."
"It is never quite dark out-of-doors; total darkness is a human invention, I think; there is always a sort of owl light."
Constance shrugs her shoulders: "Chacun à son goût, I prefer leaving it to the owls."
"It stifles me staying indoors all day; I have never been used to it."
Miss Blessington unbuttons her great eyes a little: "Really?"
"Yes, really."
"But there was no wind, surely?" persists Constance.
"Not a breath!" replies the other, absently, forgetting her former excuse for her brilliant face. "There never is any wind worth calling a wind in these low countries; the winds keep to the mountains, and very wise of them too."
"But you said it was the wind that had caught your face?" says Constance, raising herself from her lounging attitude with more animation than is customary to her.