"Oh, do be pleasant, you and Dennis!" Harold Jupp's mouth began to twitch, but he composed it again, with an effort, to the stern lines befitting the occasion.
"I'll tell you what I think, Lady Splay," said he, pronouncing judgment.
"Your new guest's a Plater." The dreadful expected word was spoken.

Lady Splay broke into appeals, denials, threats.

"Oh, he isn't, he isn't!" She turned to her husband.
"Chichester, exert your authority! He's not a Plater really.

He's not right down the course.

And even if he were, they've got to be polite to him." Sir Chichester, however, was the last man who could be lured into the expression of a definite opinion.
"My dear, I never interfere in the arrangements of the house.