The Little Warrior - Penn State University

was feeling deeply ashamed of himself. He felt that he
had perpetrated a bloomer of no slight magnitude.
“I’m awfully sorry about this,” he said penitently. “I
mean, roping you in to listen to this frightful tosh! When
I think I might have got seats just as well for any one of
half a dozen topping musical comedies, I feel like kicking
myself with some vim. But, honestly, how was I to
know? I never dreamed we were going to be let in for
anything of this sort. Portwood’s plays are usually so
dashed bright and snappy and all that. Can’t think what
he was doing, putting on a thing like this. Why, it’s
blue round the edges!”
The man on Jill’s right laughed sharply.
“Perhaps,” he said, “the chump who wrote the piece
got away from the asylum long enough to put up the
money to produce it.”
If there is one thing that startles the well-bred Londoner
and throws him off his balance, it is to be addressed
unexpectedly by a stranger. Freddie’s sense of
decency was revolted. A voice from the tomb could
hardly have shaken him more. All the traditions to
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which he had been brought up had gone to solidify his
belief that this was one of things which didn’t happen.
Absolutely it wasn’t done. During an earthquake or a
shipwreck and possibly on the Day of Judgment, yes.
But only then. At other times, unless they wanted a
match or the time or something, chappies did not speak
to fellows to whom they had not been introduced. He
was far too amiable to snub the man, but to go on with
this degrading scene was out of the question. There
was nothing for it but flight.
“Oh, ah, yes,” he mumbled. “Well,” he added to Jill,
“I suppose I may as well be toddling back. See you
later and so forth.”
And with a faint ‘Good-bye-ee!’ Freddie removed
himself, thoroughly unnerved.
Jill looked out of the corner of her eye at Derek. He
was still occupied with the people in front. She turned
to the man on her right. She was not the slave to etiquette
that Freddie was. She was much too interested
in life to refrain from speaking to strangers.
“You shocked him!” she said, dimpling.