"Indeed I—I had not thought it so," stammered the Major. "It is, I believe, a word in common use and——"
"Aye, 'tis common! 'Tis odious! 'Tis vulgar!"
"I crave your ladyship's pardon!" And he bowed as well as his position would allow, though a little stiffly.
"You are marvellous nimble, sir!"
"Your ladyship is gracious!"
"Considering your age, sir!"
"And you, madam, I lament that at yours you should be subject to fits."
"Fits!" she cried in frowning amaze.
"Seizures, then——"
"'Twas no seizure, sir—'twas yourself!"