"So—they're living in Normandy."
"Who?"
"Jim Landon and that girl, dammit!" I said, crossly.
"Yes—oh, yes, of course. Children—bunches of 'em—and all that."
"Williams?"
"What?"
"Was she so pretty?"
"Certainly," he said, absently. "Don't bother me now; I've got an idea for another story."