"I thought she slept in the afternoons."
"I don't believe she ever sleeps. She doesn't belong to the human family at all. She is all compact of fire and metal."
"I know she's a very rude old woman but you have to make allowances. She has had a very hard—"
" Old? Who are you talking about?"
"Old Mrs. Sharpe, of course."
"I didn't even see old Mrs. Sharpe. I'm talking about Marion."
"Marion Sharpe? And how did you know her name was Marion?"
"She told me. It does suit her, doesn't it? She couldn't be anything but Marion."
"You seem to have become remarkably intimate for a doorstep acquaintance."
"Oh, she gave me tea."