Sardines! The butcher is still being beastly! I thought that now Edward was in minesweepers instead of in Lewes jail... We should move to London anyway. I need to be available to the critics and journalists for my novel. And you need a job. I will write to Mr Tietjens and ask him if he can do something. How can Mr Tietjens do anything? And why should he? Don't you think he's got enough to do, murdering German soldiers for no good reason? I meant his father, of course! Mr Tietjens! Does Christopher call you MISS Wannop? What else would he call me? It's you he's pals with. All right, well, don't get upset. Why shouldn't I? The war has turned decent people into beasts! Ordinary people, like Mr Hedges the butcher. You can have my sardines. No, thank you.