“Yes, that’s true. Oh, I think it would be all right,” agreed Miss Watts, unable to deny him the moon, if he asked for it.
“The next then, Miss Bryce?”
“Thank you,” she said.
He went away with his partner, who was decidedly bored with the conversation.
“Surly little thing,” she remarked, audibly.
“She is certainly a beautiful woman,” Miss Watts remarked, looking after them.
“Beautiful? Oh, yes, if you like a vamp.”
“A what?”
“Vampire; you see them in movies.”
“Isabelle!” protested the older woman.