That’s the extraordinary part of it. I believe you were really fond of her.
Norah.
D’you know that for nearly a year she would eat nothing but what I gave her with my own hands. And she liked me as much as she was capable of liking anybody.
Miss Pringle.
That wasn’t much.
Norah.
And then, I was so dreadfully sorry for her.
Miss Pringle.
Good heavens!
Norah.