'It is the bottom of the cup; here one gets the very dregs of Simla's commonplace.

Let us climb out of it.' I thought for a moment that Ronald had been too much for her nerves coming down, and offered to change saddles, but she would not.

We took it out of the horses all along the first upward slopes, and as we pulled in to breathe them she turned to me paler than ever.
'I feel better now,' she said.
For myself I had got rid of Armour for the afternoon.

I think my irritation with him about his pony rose and delivered me from the too insistent thought of him.

With Dora it was otherwise; she had dismissed him; but he had never left her for a moment the whole long afternoon.
She flung a searching look at me.