What on earth should a man be doing in woman's clothes, on this road and at this hour? The road led no whither but to Polpeor and the coast, and passed on its way no human habitation but Landeweddy Farm and a couple of cottages half a mile beyond it, close under the dip of the hill. . . . 'You are shivering,' said Doctor Unonius, after a pause. The crouching figure nodded, but did not speak. 'Are you cold? Here, take some more of the rug.' For a moment there was no answer, then a shake of the head. 'Ill, then? Feverish? I am a doctor: let me feel your pulse.' His companion made a quick gesture as if to hide the hand grasping the gig-rail: but after another pause, and as if reluctantly, it was reached across. The other still clutched the shawl. Doctor Unonius, drawing off his right-hand glove with his teeth, reached across also and laid his fingers in professional fashion on the wrist. Yes; he was right. The wrist was a man's wrist, large and bony. He screwed up his eyes and peered down as well as he might at the upturned hand. He could see that the finger-tips were square, and the palm, if he mistook not, showed a row of callosities at the base of the fingers. Something in the pulse's beat caught his attention, and almost at the same moment his nostrils expanded suspiciously. Doctor Unonius had a delicate sense of smell. 'This man,' he thought, 'is in a blue fright; and moreover, and although he smokes a deal of rank tobacco, I am open to bet he is a butcher by trade.' He relaxed the pressure of his fingers very slightly, and the hand was sharply withdrawn. Almost at the same moment the doctor's own hand went swiftly to his head. There was a tug at the reins, and it fetched old Dapple up with a sprawl. 'My hat is gone!' exclaimed the doctor. Sure enough it was: and as he leaned and peered after it, he could just discern it for a moment before it dropped like a sable bird against a dark furze bush a few yards away to the left. 'My hat is gone,' he repeated. His companion did not budge, hardly so much as turned a glance, but sat as before, shivering and dumb. 'I am very sorry to trouble you, ma'am,' ventured the doctor politely. 'But would it inconvenience you very much to climb down and recover my hat? It lies yonder, against the furze. With one of the lamps you will find it easily.' 'Can't you climb down yourself and fetch it? I'll hold the reins.' The voice was husky, the tone ungracious. 'No, ma'am. Dapple is restive to-night, and I prefer--if you'll forgive me--not to trust him to a lady and a stranger. If you refuse, my hat must e'en remain where it lies.' The figure rose, as if upon a sudden resolve, and set one foot on the step. 'I'll fetch it for you. But being driven to-night is cold work, and I won't trouble you any further. Hand me down my bag, please.' The stranger climbed out and stood beside the step, with one hand holding on to the edge of the footboard. 'Come, hand me down my bag.'