"But it is that of a man!"
"There is no other left."
"It is hardly delicate."
"There is no help for it." Then turning to the major, he said: "I am very sorry—it really is no fault of mine, but I have only a female personality to offer to you, and that elderly."
"It is all one to me," replied the major, "catch"—he caught the ball. "Many of our generals are old women. I am agreeable. Place aux dames."
"But," protested Lady Mabel, "you made me a member of a very ancient titled house that came over with the Conqueror."
"The personality I offer you," said I to the major, "though female is noble; the family is named in the roll of Battle Abbey."
"Oh!" said Dolgelly Jones, "I descend from one of the royal families of Powys, lineally from Caswallon Llanhir and Maelgwn Gwynedd, long before the Conqueror was thought of."
"Well, then," said Leveridge, and waved his hand.
In Swanton it is known that the major now never plays golf; he keeps rabbits.