Lillelara

"It isn´t nonsense! I hit him with a p-poker as hard as I could , and he f-fell and lay quite still."

"Where did you hit him?" demanded the Viscount.

"On the head," said Horatia.

The Viscount looked at Sir Roland. "D´you supposen she killed him, Pom?"

"Might have," said Sir Roland judicially.

"Lay you five to one she didn´t," offered the Viscount.

"Done!" said Sir Roland.

"Tell you what," said the Viscount suddenly. "I´m going to see."

Horatia caught him by the skirts of his coat. "No, you shan´t! You´ve got to take me home."

"Oh, very well," replied the Viscount, relinquishing his purpose. "But you´ve no business to go killing people with a poker at two in the morning. It ain´t genteel."

Sir Roland came unexpectedly to Horatia´s support. "Don´t see that," he said. "Why shouldn´t she hit [...] with a poker? You don´t like him. I don´t like him."

And to summon it up, when it comes to the question why she is in that particular street at two o´clock in the morning, killing people:

"She walked home," explained Sir Roland. "We were walking home, weren´t we? Very well, then? She walked home. Passed [...] house. Went in. Hit him on the head with a poker. Came out. Met us in the street. There you are. Plain as a pikestaff."

 

This gave me a laugh in the morning. Some scenes are just so good in this book, especially the ones with Horatia´s brother Pel (the Viscount) and his friend Pom.