“Listen,” he said.
“Bzzzzzzzzzzzz, bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, bzzzzzrf!”
“Oh, dear,” she cried, “a bee! Where is he?”
Hervey bowed.
“I am he,” he said.
He amazed his mother still more next day by asking her to give a tea for him at the earliest opportunity. He mentioned, matter-of-factly, that he wouldn’t mind having her ask Miss Mina Low.
He planned the seating scientifically; he saw to it that he and Miss Low were seated together in a quiet corner near a window. When she had finished her first cup of tea, he turned to her suddenly, his eyes excited.
“I say, Miss Low. Look!”
“Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, bzzzzzrf!”
He pretended to pursue an imaginary bee up the window-pane and to catch him at last.