“Hoping it's no harm, I've come to interview you.”
“Come to what?”
“Interview you.”
“Ah! I see. Yes—yes. Um! Yes—yes.”
I was not feeling bright that morning. Indeed, my powers seemed a bit under a cloud. However, I went to the bookcase, and when I had been looking six or seven minutes I found I was obliged to refer to the young man. I said:—
“How do you spell it?”
“Spell what?”
“Interview.”
“Oh, my goodness! what do you want to spell it for?”
“I don't want to spell it; I want to see what it means.”