"Do you? Oh, I know that feeling so well! I do it too. And it's so much worse than if you'd been stupid all the time, isn't it? Because you forget all the times you've been clever and only forget what happened at the end."
Mary couldn't think why she said that. She did not usually talk in that sort of way. She did not usually feel so excited, as though something wonderful was going to happen. And yet it was nothing to give a stranger a lift on a stormy night. She pulled herself together.
"Look here, do you really want to go this way?"
"Where are we going?"
"Towards Anderby."
"What a pretty name! Yes, let's go there."
As though it were a matter of free choice, made on the impulse of the moment because of a nice name!
Mary turned towards him with frowning brows. The drink theory recurred to her. She wished it was not quite so dark. Or he might be suffering from concussion of the brain. It did make people queer.
She stopped the cart and began to turn the pony towards Hardrascliffe. She must find the doctor.
"What are you doing?"