So he makes a dwarf of you, a little bear dwarf--" Jenny, however, had heard this phrase often enough by now.

She interrupted Wogan hotly, and it seemed her anger was now as much directed against him as it had been before against O'Toole.
"He is not envious," said she.

"A fine friend he has in you, I am thinking.

He has no need to be envious.

Captain O'Toole could carry me to the house in his arms if he wished, which is more than you could do if you tried till midday to-morrow," and she turned her shoulder to Wogan, who, in no way abashed by her contempt, cried triumphantly,-- "But he didn't wish.