The Murder on the Links (Hercule Poirot, #2)

by Agatha Christie

“Mon ami, two people rarely see the same thing. You, for instance, saw a goddess. I—” he hesitated. “Yes?” “I saw only a girl with anxious eyes,” said Poirot gravely.

“Your idea of a woman is some one who gets on a chair and shrieks if she sees a mouse. That’s all prehistoric.