"If you are thinking of tipping him half-a-sovereign," she said, "I advise you not to. I happen to know him. Now don't be a silly old curmudgeon, but go and see if the ambulance is coming."
Montagu obeyed, grumbling. There were only two women of his acquaintance who did not fear him, and Peggy was one. In fact, Peggy feared nothing, except spiders and the revelation of her own feelings.
II
"And how is the tibia of Theophilus this morning?"
Timothy, entering the room like a gust of ozone, sat down heavily by the patient's bedside and slapped the counterpane heartily.
"Just making both ends meet," replied the owner of the tibia, shrinking nervously towards the wall.
"Good!" said Timothy. "And is it well with the solar plexus?"
"Try again," said Philip.
Timothy paused, thoughtfully.
"I was under the impression that it was the solar plexus," he said in a troubled voice. "I know it was a heavenly body of some kind. Ah, I have it. The semilunar cartilage! How is the semilunar cartilage this morning?"