Pomander Walk

by Louis Napoleon Parker

"Peter!" he cried, scandalised.

"PETER!" HE CRIED, SCANDALISED

CHAPTER XIV

IN WHICH MISS BARBARA PENNYMINT HEARS THE
NIGHTINGALE, AND THE LAMPS ARE LIGHTED

Chapter XIV headpiece

The Admiral tried to start away from Mrs. Poskett, but though her hands slipped from his neck they clung to his arm. "Gobblessmysoul! Lord Otford!" he cried.

Mrs. Poskett had a delicious foretaste of future greatness. Here, at the very threshold of her betrothal, was a real, live lord. It was well worth all she had been through. "Present me, Peter," she whispered, "and tell him."

It is not so easy to tell an old friend you are going to be married, when you yourself are old enough to know better. The Admiral made a bad job of it. "Um—my neighbour—Mrs. Poskett—" he mumbled, weakly.