For a young woman so recently and doubly bereaved, Cassy's blue smock and yellow skirt seemed to him properly subdued. Moreover, from a word that Jones had dropped, he realised that wealth had not presided at their selection.
He twirled his thumbs. "But let me ask, what may your full name be?"
"Bianca Cara."
"Hum! Ha! Most becoming. And how young are you?"
Well, I like that! thought Cassy, who answered: "Twenty-one."
Dunwoodie crossed his legs. "You think me an impertinent old man. I don't mean to be impertinent. I take a great interest in you."
"Very good of you, I'm sure."
"Not at all. Is your grandmother living?"
"For heaven's sake! You did not know her, did you?"
"No, but I stand ready to take her place."