"Anan?" said Verty.
"I see you speak French."
"That ain't French."
"No? Then it's something else. Going up there?"
"Yes," said Verty.
"Fine turkey that. For the old lady?"
"Who's the old lady?"
"Old Mrs. Scowley—a model of the divine sex, sir."
"No, it ain't for her," said Verty, smiling.
"For Miss Sallianna?"