"I only know I'd rather you stood on your silly head, than talked so much." "Auberon! for goodness' sake ..." cried Barker, springing forward; but he was too late.

Faces from all the benches and avenues were turned in their direction.

Groups stopped and small crowds collected; and the sharp sunlight picked out the whole scene in blue, green and black, like a picture in a child's toy-book.

And on the top of the small hill Mr.Auberon Quin stood with considerable athletic neatness upon his head, and waved his patent-leather boots in the air.
"For God's sake, Quin, get up, and don't be an idiot," cried Barker, wringing his hands; "we shall have the whole town here." "Yes, get up, get up, man," said Lambert, amused and annoyed.

"I was only fooling; get up." Auberon did so with a bound, and flinging his hat higher than the trees, proceeded to hop about on one leg with a serious expression.
Barker stamped wildly.
"Oh, let's get home, Barker, and leave him," said Lambert; "some of your proper and correct police will look after him.