"My dear, doctor's orders. The last thing the great Harley Street specialist said to me, as I pushed the two pounds two shillings beneath the current number of The Lancet, was, 'Now, mind, no rugs. Eat and drink what you like. Smoke in moderation, and get up as late as you please. But no rugs.'" As the wrist felt unconvinced, I slipped it through my arm, where it lay comfortably enough. "Do you often do this sort of thing?" I said presently. "Get late coming home and have no lights? Not often." "I'm glad of that--I'm sure it's very dangerous. Good whips like myself aren't as common as blackberries. And so few tramps one meets nowadays can drive really well." "I don't look as if I'd got any money, do I?" "Well, you don't look anything just now, as it's too dark to see; but you sound like a wrist-watch and a chain--purse." "How did you know?" "Intuition," I said carelessly. "You see I'm a boy-scout." "Feel." She laid a slim, warm wrist against my cheek. I distinctly felt the cold round glass of a wrist-watch. "And I've got a chain-purse in my bag." "Ah!" "Go on, boy-scout. Tell me what I look like in the daytime." "You have ear-rings and your face is rather cold. About the kind of ear-rings I am not certain." "How did you know that?" "I found that out, when--er--when we went up the bank." "Oh!" "Yes," I went on hurriedly, "and--" "Am I dark or fair?" I looked hopelessly at where I knew my companion was sitting. Then: "Dark," I said, after a minute. "Dark, with long eyelashes and two brown eyes." "Two!" "Yes, I think so. You sound extravagant." "Dimples?" "I think not." "Nose?" "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, please, teacher." "Nonsense. What did you mean by 'yes'?" "Sorry. I thought you were asking me if you'd got a nose, and I think you have. That's all. Sorry if I'm wrong, but when you're in the dark--" "Yes, but what sort of nose?" Here I got the near wheel up the bank again with great effect. When we had sorted ourselves: "If you do that again," she said severely, "I'll leave you in the road--" "In the what?" "In the road to find your own way home as best you can." "You have a hard nose," I said doggedly. I was almost sure that the ear-rings were pearl ear-rings. There was a pause. The cold was making us silent. My fingers were getting numbed, but I dared not chafe them. I was afraid of the rug. "You're not doing much for your drive," she said presently. "Do say something." "You want to converse?" "Yes." "Very well, then. I didn't see you at Blackpool this year." "That's curious." "Yes, isn't it? What's your recreation? Forgive my seeming inquisitiveness, but I've just joined the staff of Who's Who." "What?" "No, who?" "Recreation?" "Yes. Hobby, amusement. Don't you collect cats or keep stamps or motor-boat or mountebank, I mean mountaineer, or anything?" "No." "Never mind. I expect you know Oldham rather well, don't you?" "Not at all." "Oh, I'm sorry." "Why?"