She leaned forward, not smiling, but pleasantly showing her teeth.

"You gave a false name and address.

My dear, I wonder if I can guess why." "I dare say you can," admitted the Stranger.

"It's such fun, don't you think, to get no thanks?
Don't you sometimes amuse yourself by sending postal orders to people whose addresses look pathetic in the telephone book, or by forgetting to take away the parcels you have bought in poor little shops?
Or by standing and looking with ostentatious respect at boy scouts on the march, always bearing in mind that these, in their own eyes, are not little boys trotting behind a disguised curate, but British Troops on the Move?
Just two pleased eyes in a crowd, just a hundred pounds dropped from heaven into poor Mr.Bonar Law's wistful hand...." Miss Ford began to laugh, a ladylike yet nasty laugh.

"You amuse me," she said, but not in the kind of way that would make anybody wish to amuse her often.
Miss Ford was the ideal member of committee, and a committee, of course, exists for the purpose of damping enthusiasms.
The Stranger's manners were somehow hectic.