It distressed her very much because, as she said, she couldn't have hurt a fly.

What do _you_ dream about, Mr.Williams?
Some pretty young lady, I'll be bound.

I dream about such _funny_ things, but I nearly always forget what they were just as I am going to tell Michael.

But I did remember one dream just before Michael went down to Newcastle to join you ...

was it about mermaids?
No.