"If you don't come away from that door and let me out," said Lady Oxted, "I shall ring the bell, Harry, continuously. This sort of bully-ragging is so good for a man with a splitting headache, and shattered by influenza! I always tell everybody how considerate you are."
"Geoff, have you got a headache?" asked Harry.
"No. Fight it out."
Lady Oxted cast one baleful glance at him, advanced to the bell, and made an awkward, unconvincing movement to indicate that she was pressing it. Harry burst into loud, rude laughter.
"Try again," he said. "You have to press the button in the centre of the bell, not a spot on the wall paper. More to your left."
"Forty love," said Geoffrey.
Lady Oxted turned away from the bell with dignity.
"I don't understand the difficulty some people feel about apologizing," she said. "I apologize fully for all I have said."
"Explain it," said Harry.