“What’s this all about, lass?” “I-I-I pushed him into the table, ma’am. I am so terribly sorry. I came to pay my respects for poor Archie. This young man accused me of being a foreigner and tried to slap me, and I dropped the pies, and then he tried to hit me again, so I pushed him.” “Foreigner?” she says, as if this is the most important part of my recitation. She glares at Thomas. “Are you daft? How does this poor lass look like a foreigner?”
