And outside the door Daisy was met by a subdued—"I say!"
"Nigel, how comical you do look!"
"Narrow as to the shoulders, and baggy as to the waist. Not quite a perfect fit—but I'm glad to be dry again. I say, Daisy—"
"Fulvia's better, and we're all going to have lots of tea, and to be jolly."
"So I hear. We ought to be back on the boat soon. It will get awfully cold on the river for Anice. I say, Daisy—just listen one moment. I want you to do something for me."
"Oh, what?"
"If I am asked to cut bread or carve meat, will you act the energetic younger sister and do it instead? Mr. Carden-Cox means us to go in for substantials."
"Yes, of course. But why? What do you mean? Are you tired?"
"No—only I managed to scorch my hands. Nothing of consequence—I'll see to them by-and-by, but I don't want a fuss now. It would upset Fulvie—don't you see?"
"Oh,—do show me!"