"Some natural tears she shed, and all that. She didn't lie about and have awful howling fits or anything like that?"
"Good gracious, no!"
"How did she walk?"
"Walk?"
"Yes, walk. Was she what you'd call droopy?"
"Oh, no—quick and brisk."
"What was her voice like?"
"Well, now, that was one of the nice things about her. Rather deep for a woman, but with what I might call a tune in it. Melodious," said Nurse Armstrong, with a faint giggle, "that's what they call it in novels."
Parker opened his mouth and shut it again.
"How long did you stay on at the house after Lady Dormer died?" pursued Wimsey.