It's a very hot day, now I think of it.

Would you allow me a cigarette?
I hate to smoke in public, you know, but it will make me all right again." Margaret assented, of course, to the request; it was morning, in the recesses of the Park, and nobody would see.

But she looked strangely at him for a minute, wondering what could have produced his sudden dizziness.
They rode more slowly towards the entrance of the Park, and the Countess's thoughts did not wander again.

She talked to her companion on every subject he broached, showing interest in all he said, and asking questions that she knew would please him.

But the latter part of the ride seemed long, and the drive home interminable, for Margaret was in haste to be alone.