“I can’t recall her, sir.”
“You must. We don’t have many women here. My memory is better than yours. I want to see her again; and, when she comes, I talk to her alone, you hear?” 250
“Yes, sir.”
“Trimmer, my grandson is alive.”
“Alive, sir?”
“Yes, and back from the war. He’s got to marry that girl; but she’s engaged to someone else—you understand?”
“I think so, sir.”
“So, be cautious. Bring her here secretly, or—I’ll sack you.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Go at once.”