““She’s crazy. I wore a moustache my last year at Oxford, and it looked frightful. Nearly as loathsome as yours. Moustache forsooth!” said Stilton, which surprised me, for I hadn’t supposed he knew words like ‘forsooth’. “‘I wouldn’t grow a moustache to please a dying grandfather,’ I told her. ‘A nice fool I’d look with a moustache,’ I said. ‘It’s how you look without one,’ she said. ‘Is that so?’ I said. ‘Yes, it is,’ she said. ‘Oh?’ I said. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘Ho!’ I said, and she said ‘Ho to you!'” If she would have added ‘With knobs on’, it would, of course, have made it stronger, but I must say I was rather impressed by Florence’s work as described in this slice of dialogue. It seemed to me snappy and forceful. I suppose girls learn this sort of cut-and-thrust stuff at their finishing schools.””