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She turns slowly, and finds her fellow-pedestrian is a young man clad in a suit of very impossible tweed: she blushes hotly, not because he is a young man, but because she has no hat on her head, having covered her somewhat riotous hair with a crimson silk handkerchief she had found in Geoffrey's room, just before starting. It covers her head completely, and is tied under the chin Connemara fashion, letting only a few little love-locks be seen, that roam across her forehead, in spite of all injunctions to the contrary. This is a betise of the first water. And Lady Rodney, who can hear—and is listening to—every word, almost groans aloud. Violet is growing as nearly frightened as good breeding will permit at the protracted sobbing, when Sir Nicholas speaks. "Could you?" she says hopefully. "How?".