His voice seemed very far away.

She scarcely understood.

But presently it pierced the clouds of numbness between them, and she realised what he was saying: "Vulgar fellow--I can't congratulate you upon your American cousin.
So, the Saadat is great on moral suasion, master of it--never failed yet--not altogether--and Aunt Melissa and skim-milk and early piety!' And 'the Saadat is a wonder from Wondertown'-- like a side-show to a circus, a marvel on the flying trapeze! Perhaps you can give me the sense of the letter, if there is any sense in it.

I can't read his writing, and it seems interminable.

Would you mind ?" A sigh of relief broke from her.