Port Scatho, who had already fallen two paces away from the table, now fell two paces back, almost on top of it.
Sylvia's nostrils were dilated.
She said: 'Tietjens shall not resign from your beastly club. He shall not! Your committee will request him formally to withdraw his resignation. You understand? He will withdraw it. Then he will resign for good. He is too good to mix with people like you...' She paused, her chest working fast. 'Do you understand what you've got to do?' she asked.