On the one hand, Arthur is insulted. He hadn't started the conversation, how is he to blame? On the other...it's a very honest and negative response. No one back in Wellington Wells would say something like that - unless they were a very ticked off bobby, maybe. But they tended to go straight to truncheon pummeling.
"Well! It's not my fault you aren't interested in the mechanics of journalism. But you asked what I was muttering about, and that's what I was muttering about."
Arthur had just been minding his own business, rewriting things in his head and mumbling vague protests to nobody. He really can't be blamed here!
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On the one hand, Arthur is insulted. He hadn't started the conversation, how is he to blame? On the other...it's a very honest and negative response. No one back in Wellington Wells would say something like that - unless they were a very ticked off bobby, maybe. But they tended to go straight to truncheon pummeling.
"Well! It's not my fault you aren't interested in the mechanics of journalism. But you asked what I was muttering about, and that's what I was muttering about."
Arthur had just been minding his own business, rewriting things in his head and mumbling vague protests to nobody. He really can't be blamed here!