“No more so than your adenoids and your bad manners.”
Instead of explaining herself she turns the insult back, refusing to be the only odd one.
Informal
Chapter 12 of 18 · 3'59"
Lucy has come all the way from the coast with a manuscript, only to be told she can't see Mr. Sproule "without an appointment." Fairley — bored, sharp, and waiting for the same man — needles her, then hands her his slot. What looks like a favor is really a stranger deciding her fate for her.
❝ Monologue · 6 lines Sproule Kicks Lucy Out, Then Reads Her Book
At a London publishing house, Lucy Muir asks to see the publisher, Mr. Sproule. The clerk refuses her — no appointment, no meeting. Another waiting author, Fairley, mocks her manuscript, then gives her his own appointment and tells Sproule she's desperate to meet him. Inside, Sproule dismisses her book; Lucy snaps back, then pitches it as a sailor's unvarnished life, and he agrees to read a few pages.
The reception desk is a gate, and Lucy has no key: "Can't see Mr. Sproule without an appointment." Fairley is the scene's real engine. He's an author who has been kept waiting, so he toys with Lucy because he can, then hands her his appointment. His line to Sproule, "She's mad about you," is a joke at her expense, not a kindness. Inside, Sproule's rudeness is professional, not personal: "20 million discontented females in the British Isles and every blessed one of them is writing a novel." Lucy survives it by refusing to be small — "No more so than your adenoids and your bad manners" — and by giving him a hook. The second she says "unvarnished," the publisher of trash starts listening.
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“No more so than your adenoids and your bad manners.”
Instead of explaining herself she turns the insult back, refusing to be the only odd one.
Informal
“Then see him you shall, and it is your good fortune that I'm not only irresponsible, but also unreasonable.”
He grants the favour by confessing his own faults, making mischief sound like gallantry.
Formal
“She's mad about you. Couldn't you tell?”
A bystander names the attraction the two of them have missed entirely.
Informal
“20 million discontented females in the British Isles and every blessed one of them is writing a novel.”
One manuscript becomes a national epidemic in a line that sounds like a census of contempt.
Informal
“Bless my soul, madam, I've got to publish this bilge in order to stay in business, but I don't have to read it.”
In one breath he admits the trade is rubbish and refuses any part in reading it.
Informal
“It's the unvarnished record of a sailor's life.”
One word turns the manuscript into a selling point: a life told without polish.
Formal
Of course you have. 20 million discontented females in the British Isles and every blessed one of them is writing a novel. Don't tell me what's in it. I know. Bless my soul, madam, I've got to publish this bilge in order to stay in business, but I don't have to read it. No, madam, I do not. And now if you'll pardon me, I'm busy.
Up next · 13a weakness forThe scene: Lucy Meets Miles in a CabFairley is a waiting author whose new book Sproule is about to tear apart. He has already been kept waiting once, so he toys with Lucy at the desk, then hands her his 11 o'clock slot — part mischief, part a game with the publisher. It costs him nothing; the appointment is his to waste.
He assumes it is the usual book from '20 million discontented females in the British Isles,' each one writing a novel. His business depends on publishing such books, so he's cynical about all of them. He only pauses when Lucy stops sounding like every other would-be author.
'Grampus' is an old word for a large sea mammal, or figuratively a fat, snorting person. As Sproule walks off, Lucy shouts it after him — then immediately apologizes for losing her temper and blurting it out.
Lucy says it is 'the unvarnished record of a sailor's life.' 'Unvarnished' means plain and unpolished, and Sproule repeats the word back. He challenges whether she really knows sailors, but she stands her ground, and he allows that he may have time for a few pages.
No. Fairley says 'She's mad about you' to Sproule as a joke — Lucy is only frantic to see the publisher about her manuscript. The line is a tease, not a fact, and it plays on how easily others read a woman's determination as romance.