scended and stood looking hesitatingly back. They still stood by the railway bridge, and it seemed to Mr. Hoopdriver's fancy that she was stamping her foot. He hesitated, then turned his bicycle round, mounted, and rode back towards them, gripping his courage firmly lest it should slip away and leave him ridiculous. "I'll offer 'im a screw 'ammer," said Mr. Hoopdriver. Then, with a wave of fierce emotion, he saw that the girl was crying. In another moment they heard him and turned in surprise. Certainly she had been crying; her eyes were swimming in tears, and the other man in brown looked exceedingly disconcerted. Mr. Hoopdriver descended and stood over his machine.
"Nothing wrong, I hope?" he said, looking the other man in brown squarely in the face. "No accident?"
"Nothing," said the other man in brown shortly. "Nothing at all, thanks."
"But," said Mr. Hoopdriver, with a great effort, "the young lady is crying. I thought perhaps—"
The Young Lady in Grey started, gave Hoopdriver one swift glance, and covered one eye with her handkerchief. "It's this speck," she said. "This speck of dust in my eye."
"This lady," said the other man in brown, explaining, "has a gnat in her eye."
