Love stories; New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction; Scotland -- Fiction
It was still therefore on the verge of possibility that she might get
back in time. She hurried out. Several people had gathered round the
motor, which was throbbing away after the manner of motors, as though
impatient to get to real work. A policeman who was amongst them,
seeing that she was about to go on, suggested that she should have her
lamps lit as it would be a protection as well as a help to her in the
mist. She was about to say that she thought it would be better not;
for she did not know anything about acetylene lamps and feared to
expose her ignorance, when he very kindly offered to light them for
her:
“’Tis no wark for a bonny leddy!” he said in self-justification of
bending his official dignity to the occasion. She felt that his
courtesy demanded some explanation, and also that such explanation
would, be accounting for her being all alone, avoid any questioning.
So said sweetly:
“Thank you so much, officer. I really do not know much about lamps
myself and I had to leave my … my husband, who was driving, at
Dalry. He was going too fast, and your people had a word to say to
him. However, I can get on all right now. This is a straight road to
Dumfries is it not?” The road was pointed out and instructions given
to keep the high road to Dumfries. With better heart and more courage
than heretofore she drove out into the mist. There was comfort for her
in the glare of the powerful lights always thrown out in front of her.
All went well now. The road was distinctly good, and the swift smooth
motion restored her courage. When in about half an hour she began to
note the cottages and houses grouping in the suburbs of Dumfries she
got elated. She was now well on the way to England! She knew from
experience that the road to Annan, by which they had come, was fairly
level. She did not mind the mist so much, now that she was accustomed
to it; and she expected that as it was driving up northwards from the
Firth she would be free from it altogether when she should have passed
the Border and was on her way south to Carlisle.
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