HEPZIBAH: "You naughty boy, you shouldn't have!" [Hepzibah exclaimed. She took the roses joyfully and turned towards a conveniently empty vase upon the nearest table].

HEPZIBAH: "You do spoil this old lady, Tom… sit down, sit down… "

HEPZIBAH: "Help yourself, Tom," [Hepzibah said, smiling. ]

HEPZIBAH: "I know how you love my cakes. Now, how are you? You look pale. They overwork you at that shop. I've said it a hundred times…"

HEPZIBAH: "Well, what's your excuse for visiting this time?" [Hepzibah asked, her eyelashes fluttering.]

HEPZIBAH: "Can you keep a secret, Tom?" [Hepzibah asked, appearing more like an old lady than she had before.]

HEPZIBAH: "Will you promise you won't tell Mr Burke I've got it? He'd never let me rest if he knew I'd shown it to you, and I'm not selling, not to Burke, not to anyone! But you, Tom, you'll appreciate it for its history, not how many Galleons you can get for it…"