'Well, my dear, as if this wasn't deliciously exciting enough, just exactly at that minute I heard a strange voice on the other side of the hedge say, "What's this? What's this, Bucksteed?" and there was my father and Sir Arthur Wesley on horseback in the lane; and there was René kneeling on Dr. Break, and there was I up in the oak, listening with all my ears. 'I must have leaned forward too much, and the voice gave me such a start that I slipped. I had only time to make one jump on to the pigsty roof--another, before the tiles broke, on to the pigsty wall--and then I bounced down into the garden, just behind Jerry, with my hair full of bark. Imagine the situation!' 'Oh, I can!' Una laughed till she nearly fell off the stool. 'Dad said, "Phil--a--del--phia!" and Sir Arthur Wesley said, "Good Ged!" and Jerry put his foot on the pistol René had dropped. But René was splendid. He never even looked at me. He began to untwist Dr. Break's neckcloth as fast as he'd twisted it, and asked him if he felt better. '"What's happened? What's happened?" said Dad. '"A fit!" said René. "I fear my _confrère_ has had a fit. Do not be alarmed. He recovers himself. Shall I bleed you a little, my dear Doctor?" Dr. Break was very good too. He said, "I am vastly obliged, Monsieur Laennec, but I am restored now." And as he went out of the gate he told Dad it was a syncope--I think. Then Sir Arthur said, "Quite right, Bucksteed. Not another word! They are both gentlemen." And he took off his cocked hat to Dr. Break and René. 'But poor Dad wouldn't let well alone. He kept saying, "Philadelphia, what does all this mean?" '"Well, sir," I said, "I've only just come down. As far as I could see, it looked as though Dr. Break had had a sudden seizure." That was quite true--if you'd seen René seize him. Sir Arthur laughed. "Not much change there, Bucksteed," he said. "She's a lady--a thorough lady." '"Heaven knows she doesn't look like one," said poor Dad. "Go home, Philadelphia." 'So I went home, my dear--don't laugh so!--right under Sir Arthur's nose--a most enormous nose--feeling as though I were twelve years old, going to be whipped. Oh, I _beg_ your pardon, child!' 'It's all right,' said Una. 'I'm getting on for thirteen. I've never been whipped, but I know how you felt. All the same, it must have been funny!' 'Funny! If you'd heard Sir Arthur jerking out, "Good Ged, Bucksteed!" every minute as they rode behind me; and poor Dad saying, "'Pon my honour, Arthur, I can't account for it!" Oh, how my cheeks tingled when I reached my room! But Cissie had laid out my very best evening dress, the white satin one, vandyked at the bottom with spots of morone foil, and the pearl knots, you know, catching up the drapery from the left shoulder. I had poor mother's lace tucker and her coronet comb.' 'Oh, you lucky!' Una murmured. '_And_ gloves?'