Shayari Bazar

The car came opposite her, and she curtsied so low that recovery was impossible, and she sat down in the road. Her parasol flew out of her hand and out of her parasol flew the Union Jack. She saw a young man looking out of the window, dressed in khaki, grinning broadly, but not, so she thought, graciously, and it suddenly struck her that there was something, beside her own part in the affair, which was not as it should be. As he put his head in again there was loud laughter from the inside of the car.Mr. Wootten helped her up and the entire assembly of her friends crowded round her, hoping she was not hurt."No, dear Major, dear Padre, not at all, thanks," she said. "So stupid: my ankle turned. Oh, yes, the Union Jack I bought for my nephew, it's his birthday to-morrow. Thank you. I just came to see about my coke: of course I thought the Prince had arrived when you all went down to meet the 4.15. Fancy my running straight into it all! How well he looked."This was all rather lame, and Miss Mapp hailed Mrs. Poppit's appearance from the station as a welcome diversion. . . . Mrs. Poppit was looking vexed."I hope you saw him well, Mrs. Poppit," said Miss Mapp, "after meeting two trains, and taking all that trouble.""Saw who?" said Mrs. Poppit with a deplorable lack both of manner and grammar. "Why"--light seemed to break on her odious countenance. "Why, you don't think that was the Prince, do you, Miss Mapp? He arrived here at one, so the station-master has just told me, and has been playing golf all afternoon."The Major looked at the Captain, and the Captain at the Major. It was months and months since they had missed their Saturday afternoon's golf."It was the Prince of Wales who looked out of that car-window," said Miss Mapp firmly. "Such a pleasant smile. I should know it anywhere.""The young man who got into the car at the station was no more the Prince of Wales than you are," said Mrs. Poppit shrilly. "I was close to him as he came out: I curtsied to him before I saw."Miss Mapp instantly changed her attack: she could hardly hold her smile on to her face for rage."How very awkward for you," she said. "What a laugh they will all have over it this evening! Delicious!"Mrs. Poppit's face suddenly took on an expression of the tenderest solicitude."I hope, Miss Mapp, you didn't jar yourself when you sat down in the road just now," she said."Not at all, thank you so much," said Miss Mapp, hearing her heart beat in her throat. . . .