“You have gone to live down Sneinton Boulevard?”said Mrs. Morel. “When I was a girl — girl, I say! —when I was a young woman WE lived in Minerva Terrace.”
“Oh, did you!” said Clara. “I have a friend in number 6.”
And the conversation had started. They talked Nottingham and Nottingham people; it interested them both. Clara was still rather nervous; Mrs. Morel was still somewhat on her dignity. She clipped her language very clear and precise. But they were going to get on well together, Paul saw.