“What I can only call romping.”
“Romping!” I cried.
“A thing not only atrociously vulgar at all times, but under the
circumstances--need I say more? Mr. Carter, you were engaged in chasing
my son’s future bride round a table!”
“Pardon me, Lady Mickleham. Your son’s future bride was engaged in
chasing me round a table.”
“It is the same thing,” said Lady Mickleham.
“I should have thought there was a distinction,” said I.
“None at all.”