“Do I have to be boring, too?” Beatrix asked Miss Marks, who nodded emphatically. With a sigh, Beatrix went to a table in the corner and began to empty her pockets.
“I’m an expert on humiliation, and if it were fatal, I’d have died a dozen times by now.” “You can’t die a dozen times.” “You can if you’re a Buddhist,” Beatrix said helpfully.
“No, and it’s not appropriate for us to discuss it.” Monsieur Broussard regarded Mrs. Pennywhistle with keen interest. “I’m French,” he said. “I have no problem discussing it.”