“Oh, I wouldn't do that, Freddy, I wouldn't do that with all this muddle.”

“What's wrong with the court? They won't mind a bump or two, and I've ordered new balls.”

“I meant it's better not. I really mean it.”

He seized her by the elbows and humorously danced her up and down the passage. She pretended not to mind, but she could have screamed with temper. Cecil glanced at them as he proceeded to his toilet and they impeded Mary with her brood of hot-water cans. Then Mrs. Honeychurch opened her door and said: “Lucy, what a noise you're making! I have something to say to you. Did you say you had had a letter from Charlotte?” and Freddy ran away.

“Yes. I really can't stop. I must dress too.”