"You're a giant!" "In miniature," suggested Max.

"He is actually proposing to go and kick Major Hunt-Goring because--" He broke off short.
Into Olga's face of flushed remonstrance there had flashed a very strange look, almost a petrified look, as if she had suddenly come upon a snake in her path.
"Why ?" she said quickly.
"Oh, never mind why," said Max, passing rapidly on.

"That wasn't the point.

We were trying to picture Hunt-Goring's amusement.

He stands about seven feet high, doesn't he?
And your redoubtable uncle--What exactly is your height, Ratcliffe ?" "Nick, why do you want to kick Major Hunt-Goring ?" Very distinctly Olga put the question.