“Oh, I don’t know,” said Nurse Alberta, smiling. “I think I understand what you mean, Emma. According to your notion, the poor old lady feels and thinks pretty much the same as we do, but she’s lost the trick of communicating her feelings and her thoughts. They—they get lost in transmission, so to say.”
“You do put it well, Nurse!” said Emma admiringly.
Nurse Alberta looked gratified. “I don’t know,” she said modestly. But she was herself rather pleased by the sound of the phrase that she had used, and could not resist repeating it.
“It’s a bit far-fetched, perhaps, but there’s certainly something in what you say, Emma,” she observed, biting off another thread. “Lost in transmission—that’s the idea—lost in transmission!”
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“You funny little thing!” he said patronisingly.
Adela resented the term violently, but because he was the only man who had ever attempted to talk personalities with her, she accepted it smilingly.
“I must read some of those books of yours. Tell me what the names are.”