He admired her
tremendous and audacious enterprise; it appealed strongly to every cell
in his brain. He felt that she and he were kindred spirits.
He tried to clamber round the side of the van so as to get to the doors
at the back, but a pantechnicon has a wheel-base which forbids leaping
from wheel to wheel, especially, when the wheels are under water. Hence
he was obliged to climb on to the roof, and so slide down on to the top
of one of the doors, which was swinging loose. The feat was not simple.
At last he felt the floor of the van under half a yard of water.
"Where are you?"
"I'm here," said Ruth, very plaintively. "I'm on a table. It was the
only thing they had put into the van before they went off to have their
supper or something. Furniture removers are always like that. Haven't
you got a match?"
"I've got scores of matches," said Denry. "But what good do you suppose
they'll be now, all soaked through?"
A short silence. He noticed that she had offered no explanation of her
conduct towards himself. She seemed to take it for granted that he would
understand.
"I'm frightfully bumped, and I believe my nose is bleeding," said Ruth,
still more plaintively.
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