Vladimir Nabokov. De horas y mareas
Vladimir Nabokov. TIME AND EBB
"Look here," I said. "I shall mail, I shall send, I shall forward you that hat when I find it, or a check, if I don't."
"But I'm leaving this afternoon," he said gently, "and moreover, I would like to have a little explanation of the strange remark you addressed to my very dear friend Mrs. Hall."
He waited patiently while I tried to tell him as neatly as I could that the police, the authorities, would explain that to her.
"You do not understand," he said at length. "Mrs. Hall is a very well-known society lady and has numerous connections in o