I was having a quiet smoke in a favourite corner of mine on a ledge about twenty feet down High Shale Cliff where it begins to get steep, when Miss Moore, attracted by the scent of my cigarette,--that's right, isn't it ?"--he flung her an audacious challenge with uplifted brows--"when Miss Moore attracted as I say, by the alluring scent of my cigarette, fell over the edge and joined me.

My gallantry consisted in detaining her there, after this somewhat abrupt introduction, that's all.

Oh yes, and in bullying her afterwards to climb up again when she didn't want to.

I was an awful brute last night, wasn't I?
Really, I think it's uncommonly generous of you to have anything at all to say to me this morning, Miss Moore." "So do I," said Mr.Fielding.

"If it were possible to treat such a buffoon as you seriously, she wouldn't.