"You`re not finding me a flat," I said. "You`ll pick out a ten-room folly. How did you find me?"
"I telephond the hospital. Dr. Matheson was most helpful."
"Oh, indeed." The meat was sour.
"Don`t be sulky, Miles. Six rooms."
"No."
She rolled her eyes. "Do they even make flats smaller than six rooms?"
"Grace, do you know the cost of a loaf of bread?"
"Are you calling me a snob?"
"Can you deny it?"