'Really, Greta, said Lord Circumference, 'I think we ought to abide by the referee's decision.
'Well, they can't expect me to give away the prizes, then. Nothing would induce me to give that boy a prize.
'Do you understand, madam, that you are bringing a serious accusation against my son's honour?
'Serious accusation fiddlesticks! What he wants is a jolly good hidin'.
'No doubt you judge other people's sons by your own. Let me tell you, Lady Circumference…
'Don't attempt to browbeat me, sir. I know a cheat when I see one.
At this stage of the discussion the Doctor left Mrs Hope‑Brown's side, where he had been remarking upon her son's progress in geometry, and joined the group round the winning‑post.
'If there is a disputed decision, he said genially, 'they shall race again.
'Percy has won already, said Mr Clutterbuck. 'He has been adjudged the winner.
'Splendid! splendid! A promising little athlete. I congratulate you, Clutterbuck.