“Oh, you’ll be all right,” I said.
He became fevered again.
“How do you know I’ll be all right? I’m sure to blow up in my lines.”
“Tush!”
“Or drop a prize.”
“Tut!”
“Or something. I can feel it in my bones. As sure as I’m standing here,
something is going to happen this afternoon which will make everybody
laugh themselves sick at me. I can hear them now. Like hyenas....
Bertie!”
“Hullo?”
“Do you remember that kids’ school we went to before Eton?”
“Quite. It was there I won my Scripture prize.”
“Never mind about your Scripture prize. I’m not talking about your
Scripture prize. Do you recollect the Bosher incident?”