But she was sitting safely down; and the Queensberry rules only permit you to strike any one standing up.

Erebus forgot them, stooped to strike, remembered them, straightened herself, and with a really pantherous growl dashed away in search of the Terror.
She found him examining and strengthening the barrier of thorns; and she cried: "I know all about your kissing the princess! I never heard of such silly babyishness!" It was very seldom, indeed, that the Terror showed himself sensible to the emotions of his sister; but on this occasion he blushed faintly as he said: "Well, what harm is there in it ?" "It's babyish! It's what mollycoddles do! It's girlish! It's--" The Terror of a sudden turned brazen; he said loudly and firmly: "You mind your own business! It isn't babyish at all! She's asked me to marry her; and when we're grown up I'm going to--so there!".