"It was his decision, I suppose, to put up Miss - is it Bulstrode?" It hardly mattered; the Miss was the operative word. It was one thing for grown women to make a career of knocking about on brooms - one assumed they were prepared to deal with the consequences - but a girl that age ... It was a bit embarrassing, really. "But so long as you're enjoying it, I suppose," he said lightly.
"Miss Greengrass is well, I hope." There was a connection there, he remembered. He rested his hand at the stem of his glass. He hardly knew anything about anyone named Vaisey.