I went to tea with Augusta Moore. She was full of raptures with regard
to the tickets which I had brought her. She turned in the street and
kissed me quite demonstratively; but the next moment she lapsed into one
of her brown studies.
"Do look out," I said; "you will be run over."
"As if that mattered," said Augusta.
"As if what mattered?" I asked.
"Why, what you said just now. Don't interrupt me. I am puzzling out a
thought which will lead to--oh! it has gone--don't speak; it will come
back if you keep quiet. There, I've nearly caught it!"
"Oh Augusta!" I said, "you mustn't talk in that way while we are
walking in this street."