The fat, fair woman in the bed opposite was also chattering with her neighbour. They were both blonde, very clean and aggressively respectable. For some reason they fitted in so well with their surroundings that they made everyone else seem dubious, out of place. The fat one discussed the weather, and her neighbour's answers were like an echo. "Hot...oh yes, very hot...hotter than yesterday...yes, much hotter...I wish the weather would break...yes, I wish it would, but no chance of that...no, I suppose not...oh, rather fancy so..."
Under cover of this meaningless conversation the fair woman's stare at Inez was sharp, sly and inquisitive. "An English person? English, what sort of English? To which of the seven divisions, sixty-nine subdivisions, and thousand-and-three subsubdivisions do you belong? (But only one sauce, damn you.) My world is a stable, decent world. If you withhold information, or if you confuse me by jumping from one category to another, I can be extremely disagreeable, and I am not without subtlety and inventive powers when I want to be disagreeable. Don't underrate me. I have set the machine in motion and crushed many like you. Many like you..."