amounts to."

"You can't make it less," Miss Oliver agreed. "But doctors are
terribly skilful nowadays with the knife," went on Mrs Polsue.
"Very likely this growth, or whatever it is, might have been removed
months ago."

"He ought to be made to undergo an operation."

"And then, most like, he'd have gone off with the others to be fed at
the country's expense and no housekeeping to worry him, instead of
giving Mr Pamphlett trouble. For he has been giving Mr Pamphlett
trouble. Three times this past week I've seen him call at the Bank,
and if you tell me 'twas to put money on deposit--"

"If builder Gilbert is right," put in Miss Oliver with a sigh of
envy, "I shall be able to see the Bank as well as you, when that
house comes down: and I shan't want to use spectacles neither."
She cut in with this stroke as the pair joined the small throng of
worshippers entering the Chapel porch. Also she took care to speak
the last seven words (as Queen Elizabeth danced) "high and
disposedly," giving her friend no time for a _riposte_.


The Minister, Mr Hambly, gave his congregation a very short service
that morning. He opened with three sentences from the Book of Common
Prayer: "Rend your heart, and not your garments. . . . Enter not into
judgement with thy servant, O Lord. . . . If we say that we have no
sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us."