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to be smiling at him, and expecting him to smile at her; and so he did smile. She came up to him then, and said: "I'm Sylvia." He answered: "Oh! thanks awfully--it was awfully good of you to come and meet me." "Cicely's so busy. It's only the T-cart. Have you got much luggage?" She took up his hold-all, and he took it from her; she took his bag, and he took it from her; then they went out to the T-cart. A small groom stood there, holding a silver-roan cob with a black mane and black swish tail. She said: "D'you mind if I drive, because I'm learning." And he answered: "Oh, no! rather not." She got up; he noticed that her eyes looked quite excited. Then his portmanteau came out and was deposited with the other things behind; and he got up beside her. She said: "Let go, Billy." The roan rushed past the little groom, whose top boots seemed to twinkle as he jumped up behind. They whizzed round the corner from the station yard, and observing that her mouth was just a little open as though this had disconcerted her, he said: "He pulls a bit." "Yes--but isn't he perfectly sweet?" "He IS rather decent." Ah! when SHE came, he would drive her; they would go off alone in the T-cart, and he would show her all the country round. He was re-awakened by the words: "Oh! I know he's going to shy!" At once there was a swerve. The roan was cantering. They had passed a pig. "Doesn't he look lovely now? Ought I to have whipped him when he shied?" "Rather not." "Why?" "Because horses are horses, and pigs are pigs; it's natural for horses to shy at them." "Oh!" He looked up at her then, sidelong. The curve of her cheek and chin looked very soft, and rather jolly. "I didn't know you, you know!" he said. "You've grown up so awfully." "I knew you at once. Your voice is still furry." There was another silence, till she said: "He does pull, rather--doesn't he, going home?" "Shall I drive?" "Yes, please." He stood up and took the reins, and she slipped past under them in front of him; her hair smelt exactly like hay, as she was softly bumped against him. She kept regarding him steadily with very blue eyes, now that she was relieved of driving. "Cicely was afraid you weren't coming," she said suddenly. "What sort of people are those old Stormers?" He felt himself grow very red, choked something down, and answered: "It's only he that's old. She's not more than about thirty
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