Isobel sat impatiently tapping the floor with her foot, awaiting the Doctor, who usually came for half an hour's chat in the afternoon.
"Well, child, how did your dinner go off yesterday, and what did you think of your new visitor?
I saw him come away from here half an hour ago.

I suppose he has been calling." "I don't like him at all," Isobel said decidedly.
"No?
Well, then, you are an exception to the general rule." "I thought him pleasant enough last night," Isobel said frankly.

"He has a deferential sort of way about him when he speaks to one that one can hardly help liking.

But he made me angry today.

In the first place, Doctor, he said you were a character." The Doctor chuckled.