"Why?""Because you couldn't, of course. I knew that."
"Did you care?"
"If you had come in - but I knew you wouldn't - but if you had, I should have cared a great deal. You know I should."
"Thank God I didn't! Oh, but I wanted to! I couldn't trust myself to ride in front of the carts, because I kept edging 'em over here, don't you know?"
"I knew you wouldn't," said William, contentedly. "Here's your fifty."
Scott bent forward and kissed the hand that held the greasy notes. Its fellow patted him awkwardly but very tenderly on the head.
"And you knew, too, didn't you?" said William, in a new voice.
"No, on my honour, I didn't. I hadn't the - the cheek to expect anything of the kind, except . . I say, were you out riding anywhere the day I passed by to Khanda?"
William nodded, and smiled after the manner of an angel surprised in a good deed.
"Then it was just a speck I saw of your habit in the -"