i am afraid i have no idea what you are talking about.
perhaps we can refresh your memory.
i quiver with expectation.
i never met anybody who talked like you before.
remberton sighed and turned as if to look out the window.
but there was no window.
you understand, it doesn’t matter to me how you talk, just what you actually say.
remberton turned back from the nonexistent window.
can we get on with it, please?
we are getting on with it, grover replied with a smile.
i would not have known it.
what do you know about mrs bradley?
mrs bradley? you mean joanna?
that is exactly who i mean.
all this fuss could have been avoided if you had asked me about her from the outset.
you know what happened to the poor woman?
i know exactly what happened to her.
what a fool i have been, grover thought.
oh what a lot of bother about nothing, rembertion thought.
why don’t you tell me what you know about mrs bradlley?
she was what my grandfather would have called a damned fine woman.
an old fashioned expression, grover noted.
not a politically correct one, to use a term which has already come and gone.
like damned fine woman.
how the time goes by.
yes, it’s sad, isn’t it?
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