Elucidate."
"I don't know why I said 'hip.' I was startled. Mr. George startled
me."
"Me also he startled. I did not shout hip, thigh, leg nor knee.
Control the tongue."
He turned to George. "Miss Humfray's extraordinary remark has
projected this dilatory reception of your news. I beg you repeat it."
Sprayed upon between mortification and laughter at the manner of his
greeting, George's enthusiasm was a little damped. But its flame was
too fierce to be hurt by a shower. Now it roared again. "I've passed!"
he cried. "I'm qualified!"
"I tender my felicitations. Accept them. Leave us, Miss Humfray. This
is a mighty hour. Take the Rose. Give her cream. Let her with us
rejoice."
Mary raised the cat. She faced about so that she directly shut Mr.
Marrapit from his nephew; with her dancing eyes spoke her happiness to
her George; passed down the lawn.
III.
Mr. Marrapit drew in the lap he had been making. He sat upright.
"Again, accept my felicitations," he said. "They are yours. Take
them."
With fitting words George took them. Mr. Marrapit continued: "It is a
mighty hour. Through adversity we have won to peace, through perils to
port, through hurts to harbour."
He paused.
"You mean--" George said, groping.
"Do not interpose. It is a mighty hour.
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