“Oh, yes, I know, Titty, but it’ll make such a horrid upset. Here, I’m expecting uncle down every moment.”
“Well, then, let’s both go down on our knees to him.”
“But he’s just off to the races.”
“Well, what of that? It wouldn’t take long, and it would be like rehearsing our parts ready to appear before your aunt.”
“No, no, no. Now, look here, I’ve got it. Wife must obey her husband. You swore you would.”
“Yes, dear, I did, but—”
“But be blowed! You’ve got to do it, Tit. Now, then, you hop on your bike.”
“But, Syd, there you go again.”
“Hold your tongue, or how am I to teach you your part?”
“Very well,” said the girl, stifling a sob.