Sir Morgan Bennet had to perform an operation, or he would have been a cripple for life.

As it was, he was about again in a few weeks, apparently none the worse excepting for a slight weakness of the left ankle." "Could he walk upstairs ?" I asked.
"Oh, yes; and play golf and ride a bicycle." "You are sure he broke both knee-caps ?" "Quite sure.

I remember that it was mentioned as an uncommon injury, and that Sir Morgan seemed quite pleased with him for doing it." "That sounds rather libellous; but I expect he was pleased with the result of the operation.

He might well be." Here there was a brief lull in the conversation, and, even as I was trying to think of a poser for Mr.Jellicoe, that gentleman took the opportunity to change the subject.
"Are you going to the Egyptian Rooms ?" he asked.
"No," replied Miss Bellingham; "we are going to look at the pottery." "Ancient or modern ?" "The old Fulham ware is what chiefly interests us at present; that of the seventeenth century.

I don't know whether you would call that ancient or modern." "Neither do I," said Mr.Jellicoe.