"
"Oh, Alan," said Margery, "how can you? Your hip's absolutely fit, you
know it is. You haven't mentioned it for months."
"My dear Margery," I said, drawing myself up, "I hope your brother
knows how to suffer in silence. But if you suppose that because I
don't complain--Great heavens, child, sometimes in the long silent
watches of the night--"
"Well, how about, tennis, then?" said Margery. "You've been playing
all this summer, you know you have."
"All what summer?" I asked.
"That's a good one," said John; "I bet she can't answer that."
"Don't quibble," said Margery.
"Don't squabble," said Cecilia.
"Yes, stop squibbling," said John.
"I'm not quabbling," said I.
John and I leaned against each other and laughed helplessly.
"When you have finished," said Cecilia with a cold eye, "perhaps you
will decide which of you is going to have the first lesson."
"Good heavens," said John tragically, "haven't they forgotten the
dancing yet?"
"We may as well give way, John," I said; "we shall get no peace until
we do."
"I suppose not," said John dismally "Very well, then, you're her
brother you shall have first go.
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