“Madeline Bassett,” I said.
“Who?”
“Madeline Bassett.”
He seemed stunned.
“You stand there and tell me you were in love with that Bassett
disaster?”
“I wouldn’t call her ‘that Bassett disaster’, Tuppy. Not respectful.”
“Dash being respectful. I want the facts. You deliberately assert that
you loved that weird Gawd-help-us?”
“I don’t see why you should call her a weird Gawd-help-us, either. A
very charming and beautiful girl. Odd in some of her views perhaps--one
does not quite see eye to eye with her in the matter of stars and
rabbits--but not a weird Gawd-help-us.”
“Anyway, you stick to it that you were in love with her?”
“I do.”
“It sounds thin to me, Wooster, very thin.”