This sounded very entrancing.

"Can't you teach me that?" asked Georgie eagerly. He had been rather
distressed about his increasing plumpness for a year past, and about
his increasing age for longer than that. As for his liver he always had
to be careful.

She shook her head.

"You cannot practise it except under tuition from an expert," she said.

Georgie rapidly considered what Hermy's and Ursy's comments would be
if, when they arrived tomorrow, he was found doing exercises under the
tuition of a Guru. Hermy, when she was not otter-hunting, could be very
sarcastic, and he had a clear month of Hermy in front of him, without
any otter-hunting, which, so she had informed him, was not possible in
August. This was mysterious to Georgie, because it did not seem likely
that all otters died in August, and a fresh brood came in like
caterpillars. If Hermy was here in October, she would otter-hunt all
morning and snore all afternoon, and be in the best of tempers, but the
August visit required more careful steering. Yet the prospect of being
lean and young and internally untroubled was wonderfully tempting.

"But couldn't he be my Guru as well?" he asked.

Quite suddenly and by some demoniac possession, a desire that had been
only intermittently present in Mrs Quantock's consciousness took full
possession of her, a red revolutionary insurgence hoisted its banner.
Why with this stupendous novelty in the shape of a Guru shouldn't she