"Berry's?"
I explained. When I had finished:
"It was nice of Jill to give you those flowers," she said. "Dear of her. But I shall never forgive Berry."
"He's only human," said I. "And he really was awfully funny."
"I shall tell him what I think of him."
"We've all done that once a week for five years. My dear, he's quite hopeless. Besides, he gave me a whole crown."
"And uncle gave you five. I saw him. I nearly cried, it made me so angry."
"Six altogether," said I. "I bought you some carnations with them. They're in the hood."
"Sweet of you, Norval. Coals of fire?"
"No, dear. Only malmaisons. Isn't that beautiful?"