The frock-coats conferred in mysterious whispers, while the two ladies did not cease to cling to one another.
"We should be happy to make the boot, sir," was the final verdict. "Is it for the right foot or left?"
Timothy's face expressed the utmost dismay.
"I have entirely forgotten," he said. "It is unpardonably stupid of me."
He turned to the cowering Philip.
"Cousin Theophilus," he said, "can you recollect which leg it was that Uncle Hannibal lost?"
"The right, I think," said Philip hoarsely. "Not sure, though. Don't rely on me."
Tim turned to Peggy.
"Cousin Geraldine?" he enquired.
"The left, I believe," replied Peggy composedly.