"You didn't have to. Don't you suppose I can see?"
"Don't get so mad about it. She was laughing at you last night and so
was the Doctor. They didn't think it was nice for you to put on your
knickers and swing on the trapeze. Ladies don't do that."
"You taught me," she reminded him, quickly.
"Yes, but I didn't ask you to do it before everybody. You started it
yourself. Isabel wouldn't look at you, and you remember what the Doctor
said, don't you? He told you to cut it out."
"That was because he thought it was dangerous."
"'Tisn't dangerous, and he knows it. He knew it wasn't refined and lady-
like for you to do that before men."
"It was only a doctor," Juliet replied, in a small, thin voice. "They're
different from other people. I wouldn't let the Kents see me in my
knickers, and you know it."
"You would, too, if you wanted to. You're a perfect tomboy. You wouldn't
see Isabel doing that."
"Probably not," answered Juliet, dryly. "She's no more likely to do that
than I would be to go back on the man I'd promised to marry, just
because his hand was hurt.
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