Whatโs that?โ she asked the girl, wrinkling her nose. โOh, that? Thatโs just Pillover.โ โAnd whatโs a pillover, when itโs at home?โ โMy little brother.โ โAh, I commiserate. I have several of my own. Dashed inconvenient, brothers.
Gail CarrigerReally, Sophronia, it makes me most uncomfortable how you manage to sort everything out every time I faint.
Gail CarrigerFelicity grimaced in agreement. โNo, you are perfectly correct. I did not realize how vital the approbation of oneโs butler is in allowing for nocturnal autonomy.
Gail Carriger