Mumble, mumble.
“Who could have told you, ma’am? Miss Horsman? Oh, yes, I showed it Miss Horsman.”
Mumble, mumble.
“I don’t quite understand you, ma’am.”
Mumble, mumble.
“I’m not blushing, I believe, I really am quite in the dark as to what you mean.”
Mumble, mumble.
“Oh, yes, Mr. Harrison and I are most comfortable together. He reminds me so of my dear Mr. Rose—just as fidgety and anxious in his profession.”
Mumble, mumble.
“I’m sure you are joking now, ma’am.” Then I heard a pretty loud: