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was full of a sinuous grace he had never noticed before。 〃What can I have the pleasure？〃 said Mr。 Hoopdriver at once； and she said； 〃The Ripley road。〃 So he got out the Ripley road and unrolled it and showed it to her； and she said that would do very nicely； and kept on looking at him and smiling； and he began measuring off eight miles by means of the yard measure on the counter； eight miles being a dress length； a rational dress length； that is； and then the other man in brown came up and wanted to interfere； and said Mr。 Hoopdriver was a cad； besides measuring it off too slowly。 And as Mr。 Hoopdriver began to measure faster； the other man in brown said the Young Lady in Grey had been there long enough； and that he WAS her brother； or else she would not be travelling with him； and he suddenly whipped his arm about her waist and made off with her。 It occurred to Mr。 Hoopdriver even at the moment that this was scarcely brotherly behaviour。 Of course it wasn't！ The sight of the other man gripping her so familiarly enraged him frightfully； he leapt over the counter forthwith and gave chase。 They ran round the shop and up an iron staircase into the Keep； and so out upon the Ripley road。 For some time they kept dodging in and out of a wayside hotel with two front doors and an inn yard。 The other man could not run very fast because he had hold of the Young Lady in Grey； but Mr。 Hoopdriver was hampered by the absurd behaviour of his legs。 They would not stretch out； they would keep going round and round as if they were on the treadles of a wheel； so that he made the smallest steps conceivable。 This dream came to no crisis。 The chase seemed to last an interminable time； and all kinds of people； heathkeepers； shopmen； policemen； the old man in the Keep； the angry man in drab； the barmaid at the Unicorn； men with flying…machines； people playing billiards in the doorways； silly； headless figures； stupid cocks and hens encumbered with parcels and umbrellas and waterproofs； people carrying bedroom candles； and such…like riffraff； kept getting in his way and annoying him； although he sounded his electric bell； and said； 〃Wonderful； wonderful！〃 at every corner。。。。
HOW MR。 HOOPDRIVER WENT TO HASLEMERE
XIII
There was some little delay in getting Mr。 Hoopdriver's breakfast； so that after all he was not free to start out of Guildford until just upon the stroke of nine。 He wheeled his machine from the High Street in some perplexity。 He did not know whether this young lady； who had seized hold of his imagination so strongly； and her unfriendly and possibly menacing brother； were ahead of him or even now breakfasting somewhere in Guildford。 In the former case he might loiter as he chose； in the latter he must hurry； and possibly take refuge in branch roads。
It occurred to him as being in some obscure way strategic； that he would leave Guildford not by the obvious Portsmouth road； but by the road running through Shalford。 Along this pleasant shady way he felt suffficiently secure to resume his exercises in riding with one hand off the handles； and in staring over his shoulder。 He came over once or twice； but fell on his foot each time； and perceived that he was improving。 Before he got to Bramley a specious byway snapped him up； ran with him for half a mile or more； and dropped him as a terrier drops a walkingstick； upon the Portsmouth again； a couple of miles from Godalming。 He entered Godalming on his feet； for the road through that delightful town is beyond dispute the vilest in the world； a mere tumult of road metal； a way of peaks and precipices； and； after a successful experiment with cider at the Woolpack； he pushed on to Milford。
All this time he was acutely aware of the existence of the Young Lady in Grey and her companion in brown； as a child in the dark is of Bogies。 Sometimes he could hear their pneumatics stealing upon him from behind； and looking round saw a long stretch of vacant road。 Once he saw far ahead of him a glittering wheel； but it proved to be a workingman riding to destruction on a very tall ordinary。 And he felt a curious； vague uneasiness about that Young Lady in Grey； for which he was altogether unable to account。 Now that he was awake he had forgotten that accentuated 〃Miss Beaumont that had been quite clear in his dream。 But the curious dream conviction； that the girl was not really the man's sister； would not let itself be forgotten。 Why； for instance； should a man want to be alone with his sister on the top of a tower？ At Milford his bicycle made； so to speak； an ass of itself。 A finger…post suddenly jumped out at him； vainly indicating an abrupt turn to the right； and Mr。 Hoopdriver would have slowed up and read the inscription； but no！the bicycle would not let him。 The road dropped a little into Milford； and the thing shied； put down its head and bolted； and Mr。 Hoopdriver only thought of the brake when the fingerpost was passed。 Then to have recovered the point of intersection would have meant dismounting。 For as yet there was no road wide enough for Mr。 Hoopdriver to turn in。 So he went on his wayor to be precise； he did exactly the opposite thing。 The road to the right was the Portsmouth road； and this he was on went to Haslemere and Midhurst。 By that error it came about that he once more came upon his fellow travellers of yesterday； coming on them suddenly； without the slightest preliminary announcement and when they least expected it； under the Southwestern Railway arch。 〃It's horrible；〃 said a girlish voice； 〃it's brutalcowardly〃 And stopped。
His expression； as he shot out from the archway at them； may have been something between a grin of recognition and a scowl of annoyance at himself for the unintentional intrusion。 But disconcerted as he waas； he was yet able to appreciate something of the peculiarity of their mutual attitudes。 The bicycles were Iying by the roadside； and the two riders stood face to face。 The other man in brown's attitude； as it flashed upon Hoopdriver； was a deliberate pose； he twirled his moustache and smiled faintly； and he was conscientiously looking amused。 And the girl stood rigid； her arms straight by her side； her handkerchief clenched in her hand； and her face was flushed； with the faintest touch of red upon her eyelids。 She seemed to Mr。 Hoopdriver's sense to be indignant。 But that was the impression of a second。 A mask of surprised recognition fell across this revelation of emotion as she turned her head towards him； and the pose of the other man in brown vanished too in a momentary astonishment。 And then he had passed them； and was riding on towards Haslemere to make what he could of the swift picture that had photographed itself on his brain。
〃Rum；〃 said Mr。 Hoopdriver。 〃It's DASHED rum！〃
〃They were having a row。〃
〃Smirking〃 What he called the other man in brown need not trouble us。
〃Annoying her！〃 That any human being should do that！
〃WHY？〃
The impulse to interfere leapt suddenly into Mr。 Hoopdriver's mind。 He grasped his brake； descended； 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；