“Oh, dear—I am surprised—they don’t generally—but the gooseberries are very good this year, at least I think they are.”
“Excellent,” said the elderly lady; “I have never seen better.”
“And the red-currants are rather good,” said Shan’t.
“Excellent.”
“Do you paddle often?” asked Shan’t.
“No, I have just had influenza.”
“Oh, dear—that’s rather a pity.”
“It is, isn’t it?”
“It is—what shall I say next?” she whispered.
“You mustn’t whisper,” said Marcus; “it isn’t polite.”