Frank, you have no idea the sort of face he pulled.

What could I say ?" "'I am the vicar of the parish,' he bowed pompously.
"'I'm delighted to see you,' I said, getting up and draping myself carefully, 'you have come just in time to enjoy a perfectly Greek scene.

I regret that I am scarcely fit to receive you, and Bosie there'-- and I pointed to Bosie lying on the grass.

The vicar turned his head and saw Bosie's white limbs; the sight was too much for him; he got very red, gave a gasp and fled from the place.
"I simply sat down in my chair and shrieked with laughter.

How he may have described the scene, what explanation he gave of it, what vile gloss he may have invented, I don't know and I don't care.