"No."
"No, I was afraid you wouldn't. Oh, dear, I don't know when I'm going to do that plasma. As for the coats of the stomach, they simply baffle me, my dear. I don't really believe there are four, anyhow. It's just a conspiracy. Miss Lux says look at tripe, but I don't see that tripe proves anything."
"Soap coming up."
"Oh, thank you, darling. You've saved my life. What a nice smell, my dear. Very expensive." In the momentary silence of soaping she became aware that the bath on her right was occupied.
"Who is next door, Donnie?"
"Don't know. Gage, probably."
"Is that you, Greengage?"
"No," said Lucy, startled, "it's Miss Pym." And hoped it wasn't as prim as it sounded.
"No, but really, who is it?"
"Miss Pym."