Meanwhile Jack had forced the outraged Doctor down on to the seat, Marjolaine had relieved him of the umbrella, and Jack had tossed his books into a corner.
"Sit down, Doctor," said Jack, "here, between us."
"But, my dear young friends—" began the Doctor, protestingly.
"You'd get your feet wet, Sir, and catch cold. My name's Jack Sayle."
Marjolaine interrupted him. "His name is the Honourable John Sayle," she explained with great importance, "and he's the only son of Lord Otford."
She had touched a spring. If there was one thing the Doctor was more familiar with than another, it was heraldry. He started off like an alarm clock, and all the exclamations and gesticulations of the impatient lovers were incapable of stopping him.
HE STARTED OFF LIKE AN ALARM CLOCK
"Otford: or, on a fesse azure between in chief, a sinister arm embowed and couped at the shoulder fessewise vested of the second, holding in the hand proper a martel gules, and in base a cerf regardant passant vert, three martlets of the first. Crest: out of a crest-coronet a blasted oak—"
"Oh!" cried Marjory, stopping her ears.