"But Mrs.
Trapp is washing-up at the back.

Shall I call her ?" "God forbid!" said he.

"I am not come to listen, but to speak." I asked him then if I could take a message.
"As wine in a leaky vessel, so is a message committed to a child.
Two of my chimneys need to be swept." "I can remember that, sir," said I.
He eyed me in a way that made me feel uncomfortable.

"Yes; you will remember," he said, as if somehow he had satisfied himself.

Yet his eyes continued to search me.