"Foolery would spoil it all," pursued Sally; "in fact, I put my foot down at the first go-off. I pointed out that I stipulated to be considered a chap. Prosy showed tact--I must say that for Prosy--distinctly tact. You see, if I had had to say a single word to him on the subject, it would have been all up." Then possibly, in response to a threat of an inflexion in her friend's waiting countenance, "I should say, when I make use of the expression 'pointed out,' perhaps I ought to say 'conveyed to him.'" Sally gets the viola in place for a start, and asks is her friend ready? Waiting, it seems; so she merely adds, "Yes, I should say conveyed it to him." And off they go with the new piece of music in B flat, and are soon involved in terrifying complications which have to be done all over again. At the end, they are ungrateful to B flat, and say they don't care much for it; it will be better when they can play it, however. Then Laetitia schemes to wind Sally up a little. "Doesn't the Goody goozle at you about him, though? You said she did." "The Goody--oh yes! (By-the-bye, mother says I mustn't call your ma Goody Wilson, or I shall do it to her face, and there'll be a pretty how-do-you-do.) Prosy's parent broods over one, and gloats as if one was crumpets; but Prosy himself is very good about her--aware of her shortcomings." "I don't care what you call _my_ mother. Call her any name you like. But what does Dr. Vereker say?" "About his'n? Says she's a dear good mother, and I mustn't mind her. I say, Tishy!" "What, dear?" "What _is_ the present position of the row? You said your mother. You know you did--coming from the bath--after Henriette went away." "I did say my mother, dear. But I wish it were otherwise. I've told Mr. Bradshaw so." "You'd be much nicer if you said Julius. Told him what?" "Told him a girl can't run counter to the wishes of her family in practice. Of course, M--well, then, Julius, if you will have it--is ready to wait. But it's really ridiculous to talk in this way, when, after all, nothing's been said." "_Has_ nothing?" "Not _to_ anybody. Only him and me." "At Riverfordhook?" "Why, yes, what I told you. We needn't go over it again." "In the avenue. And moonrise and things. What o'clock was it, please, ma'am?"