The Major looked at the Captain, and the Captain at the Major. It was months and months since they had missed their Saturday afternoon’s golf.
“It was the Prince of Wales who looked out of that car-window,” said Miss Mapp firmly. “Such a pleasant smile. I should know it anywhere.”
“The young man who got into the car at the station was no more the Prince of Wales than you are,” said Mrs. Poppit shrilly. “I was close to him as he came out: I curtsied to him before I saw.”
Miss Mapp instantly changed her attack: she could hardly hold her smile on to her face for rage.
“How very awkward for you,” she said. “What a laugh they will all have over it this evening! Delicious!”
Mrs. Poppit’s face suddenly took on an expression of the tenderest solicitude.
“I hope, Miss Mapp, you didn’t jar yourself when you sat down in the road just now,” she said.
“Not at all, thank you so much,” said Miss Mapp, hearing her heart beat in her throat…. If she had had a naval fifteen-inch gun handy, and had known how to fire it, she would, with a sense of duty accomplished, have discharged it point-blank at the Order of the Member of the British Empire, and at anybody else who might be within range.…
Sunday, of course, with all the opportunities of that day, still remained, and the seats of the auxiliary choir, which were advantageously situated, had never been so full, but as it was all no use, the Major and Captain Puffin left during the sermon to catch the 12.20 tram out to the links. On this delightful day it was but natural that the pleasant walk there across the marsh was very popular,
