"Strange that you shouldn't recognise the handwriting...." "Oh, we don't correspond," I said light-heartedly, "we are _so_ different." I wanted to take a rise out of the creeping animal that he was.

He confronted her blandly.
"You must be the little girl that I remember," he said.

He had known my parents ages ago.

That, indeed, was how I came to know him; I wouldn't have chosen him for a friend.

"I thought Granger said you were dead ...
but one gets confused...." "Oh, we see very little of each other," she answered.