[Zoidberg-devel] I see no frankness in your asking q

[Fiebig F. <inf...@sa...>]

-tainly not. But if you've been looking after yourself properly, why did
you sneeze just now?" "'Sneeze'? I never sneezed." Silence, for a
moment-- "_Somebody_ sneezed . . . I 'stinctly heard it," Corona
insisted. "Now I come to think, it sounded--" There was another pause
while, with a question in her eye, she turned and stared at the
casement. Then, as surmise grew to certainty, a little laugh bubbled
within her. She stepped to the window. "Good night, Uncle Copas!" she
called out mischievously. No one answered from the moonlit cabbage-plot.
In fact, Brother Copas, beating his retreat, at that moment struck his
staff against a disused watering-can, and missed to hear her. He
objurgated his clumsiness and went on, picking his way more cautiously.
"The question is," he murmured, "how I'm to extort confession from
Bonaday to-morrow without letting him suspect . . ." While he pondered
this, Brother Copas stumbled straight upon another shock. The small gate
of the cabbage-plot creaked on its hinge . . . and behold, in the
pathway ahead stood a woman! In the moonlight he recognised her. "Nurse
Branscome!" "Brother Copas! . . . Why, what in the world are you
doing--at this hour--and here, of all places?" "Upon my word," retorted
Copas, "I might ask you the same question. . . . But on second thoughts
I prefer to lie boldly and confess that I have been stealing cabbages."
"Is that a cabbage you are hiding under your gown?" "It might be, if
this place hadn't been destitute of cabbages these twelve months and
more. . . . Pardon my curiosity: but is that also a cabbage you are
hiding under your cloak?" "It might be--" But here laughter--quiet
laughter--got the better of them both. "I might have known it," said
Brother Copas, recovering himself. "Her father is outside her door
abjectly beseeching her to be