“Not more than Nubbs and Mathers, anyway,” I said. “It’s off with the old friends and on with the new, I suppose.”
“Steggles knows how to treat a girl. You might learn manners from him, and so might the others,” she said.
“And also the piano, perhaps?”
“He plays beautifully.”
“Have you seen him play football?”
“No.”
“Lucky for you.”
“Football isn’t everything.”
“No, not since he came; I’ve noticed that.”
This bitter speech stung M., and her eyes jolly well flashed sparks.