Amelia (with fine scorn): "My friends don't buy winkles; it's only common folks as does that. My friends buy hoysters."
"Oh, oy—sters!"
"Yes, hoy—sters."
"You can bring in the next course, Angelina."
"Amelia, sir. You're that bad in your memory——" Rest of sentence finished in hall and kitchen.
Gentle murmur from mother.
"I shall!" (loudly). "It's a treat to speak to a girl with a bit of sense, though she is an impudent hussy, after our sleek-tongued fools—yes, fools, every one of them!"
Clattering of saucepans in kitchen and stamping of Amelia across the hall with the pudding. I could not remember what I had ord—suggested in the way of pudding, and I hoped it would meet with Peter's approval.
"Is this a pudding?"
"Yes, sir."