“You have put on the short skirt,” said Dicky, who at that moment would scarcely have turned his head twice or given a second thought had the battle of Austerlitz been in full blast beyond the park palings.
“And my thick boots,” said Violet, pushing forward a delightful little boot to speak for itself.
The children were so engaged watching the proceedings on the road that they had no eyes or ears for their elders.
“Have you ever been beagling before?” asked Dicky.
“Never; but I’ve been paper-chasing.”
“You can get through a hedge?”
“Rather!”
“That’ll do,” said Dicky.
“Mr. Fanshawe,” cried Lord Gawdor from the “tub,” “look at the chaps in the road—aren’t they going for each other!”
“I see,” said Mr. Fanshawe, whose back was to the road—“Violet—”