Pardon me. I'll be certain to have them correct when the time comes.

[But he's got a wry smile at the second part, writing down the last of his notes and folding it closed, doing the same with the sheet he'd brought and tucking them away in his jacket pocket. As for the phone... it's easy enough to settling his hand in his lap and turn off the recording.

Notably, he seems brighter and more his age of nineteen now.]

Now, about the Cavendish house. What "all" did you write in that book you mentioned? I'm a gossip at heart.