“Very good. I congratulate your uncle upon obtaining this estimable young woman. She should call here in a few minutes. You can then make final arrangements. Meanwhile, this form—”
George hurled himself free from this hypnotic panic. Anything must be done to shake off this intolerable Brump.
“One moment,” he said. “I had forgotten—”
“Well?”
“What colour is Miss Brump's hair?”
“Her what?”
“Hair. Her hair.”
“How extraordinary! Brown.”
George effected an admirable start. He echoed: “Brown? Oh, not brown?”
“Certainly. Brown.”