Mrs Payne returned yesterday afternoon looking altogether warm, and saying not a jot about her activities. Made terribly subtle attempt to pry information, queried, by the by, had she found the weather pleasant this morning? Most displeased as Mrs Payne ignored this entirely, asked where her newspaper was.
Newspaper retrieved, Mrs Payne altogether surprised, said she quite didn't know her own intelligence, had completed it earlier without realising! Commented this terribly impressive, had she taken it with her earlier? Added rather less subtly, by the by, where had she gone? At this Mrs Payne meandered out of kitchen, quite ignoring me as she did so, saying quietly,
"Oh, I am clever!".