“Button up that flap across the collar. That’s it. And here’s a rug. I have had to keep myself glued to the wheel for the last twenty minutes. There is a lot of common land about here, and you never know when a cow or a pony may drop from the skies.”
They were off again, with trees, hedgerows, gates, and cottages rushing into the glare of the headlights, and vanishing behind them.
“Would you like to sleep?”
“No; I feel utterly awake!”
“Not distressfully so?”
“No, not in that way. I have no regrets. And I think I am very happy.”
He let the car race to her full speed along a straight stretch of road.
“I could drive over the Himalayas to-night—do anything. You have a way of making me feel most exultantly competent.”
“Have I? How good. Shall I always be so stimulating?”
He looked down at her momentarily.