He had told her the postman was a girl.
Exactly. But what sort of a girl.
Was there more than one sort of a girl? A girl, it seemed to him, was a girl all the world over. The definition was plain enough.
Had he said she was a pretty girl?
Why should he have said that?
Why should he have avoided it?
He had n't avoided it. It was only one of the things he had n't ... specified. Why should he specify a "pretty girl" any more than he should have specified an "ugly one"? Besides ... prettiness was all abstract, and relative, and indefinable. When we called a thing pretty we only meant that it excited that particular degree of emotion in our own mind. Other people might decide upon it as ugly.
Exactly. Had he, by any chance, spoken of Cliff Wrangham as a delightful corner of the world's end?
He believed he had.
And he had mentioned Father Mostyn?