It will amuse her, I'm sure." "No, you won't tell Edith," I flung after her, but I don't know if she heard.
She rode away down the steep slope, the roan leaning back stiffly against the incline, and I stood watching her like a fool.

I didn't think it would be good policy to follow her.

I tried to roll a cigarette--in case she might look back to see how I was taking her last shot.

But she didn't, and I threw the thing away half-made.

It was a case where smoke wouldn't help me.
If I hadn't made my chance any better, I knew I couldn't very well make it worse; but there was mighty little comfort in that reflection.