‘It’s a long drop.’ ‘Oh, not so very, Mrs Travers.’ ‘You may break your neck.’ ‘Oh, I don’t think so, Mrs Travers.’ ‘But you may,’ argued Aunt Dahlia. ‘Come on, Bertie,’ she said, speaking with real enthusiasm, ‘hurry up. Let the man down with the sheet, can’t you? What are you waiting for?’
