He had had a classical education . They sat thus night after night recalling that fatal Friday , till every detail of it was stamped on their brains and came through on the other side like the faces on a bad coinage . `` If only I had not accepted that invitation to dine at 27 , '' Mrs. Darling said . `` If only I had not poured my medicine into Nana 's bowl , '' said Mr. Darling . `` If only I had pretended to like the medicine , '' was what Nana 's wet eyes said . `` My liking for parties , George . '' `` My fatal gift of humour , dearest . '' `` My touchiness about trifles , dear master and mistress . '' Then one or more of them would break down altogether ; Nana at the thought , `` It 's true , it 's true , they ought not to have had a dog for a nurse . '' Many a time it was Mr. Darling who put the handkerchief to Nana 's eyes . `` That fiend ! '' Mr. Darling would cry , and Nana 's bark was the echo of it , but Mrs. Darling never upbraided Peter ; there was something in the right-hand corner of her mouth that wanted her not to call Peter names . They would sit there in the empty nursery , recalling fondly every smallest detail of that dreadful evening . It had begun so uneventfully , so precisely like a hundred other evenings , with Nana putting on the water for Michael 's bath and carrying him to it on her back . `` I wo n't go to bed , '' he had shouted , like one who still believed that he had the last word on the subject , `` I wo n't , I wo n't . Nana , it is n't six o'clock yet . Oh dear , oh dear , I sha n't love you any more , Nana . I tell you I wo n't be bathed , I wo n't , I wo n't ! '' Then Mrs. Darling had come in , wearing her white evening-gown . She had dressed early because Wendy so loved to see her in her evening-gown , with the necklace George had given her .
She was wearing XXXXX 's bracelet on her arm ; she had asked for the loan of it .
Darling Michael Nana Peter Wendy coinage evenings night o'clock trifles