Candra Bethay

“Rose and I walked to meet her but she sat down on a sofa, put her feet up and opened an old calf-bound book she had brought in with her. “Do you mind?” she said. “I want to finish this before we go back to London to-morrow.” “What is it?” I asked, out of politeness. “Oh, it’s no book for little girls,” she said. She has the silliest voice, a little tinny bleat; she barely bothers to open her mouth — the words just slide through her teeth. In view of what happened later, I put it on record that it was then I first decided that I didn’t like her.”
― Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle