Jules could have sworn there was a devilish glint in the shopkeepers eye.

'I find today I am in need of a bonnet.'

Mr. Postlethwaite was silent. And then his eyes crept toward the marquess's hairline.

'It will be a gift for a woman, Mr. Postlethwaite.'

'Of course, sir.'

The marquess wished the 'of course' sounded a bit more sincere. He'd scarcely been in the shop for more than three minutes and already his dignity was fraying.

I don't know,' he said irritably. 'Is it meant to improve you?'

She swiveled toward him, eyes wide with shock.

'Because nothing could,' he added.
Her mouth dropped in astonishment. Blotchy scarlet rushed her complexion. One would have thought he'd shot her.

Oh dear God!

He realized belatedly how wrong it had sounded.

'No! God... that is to say.. nothing is necessary to improve you. Nothing could possibly make you better... than you already are.

We gave two silly mistakes away and we got punished.

('The Rules') are extremely silly, because a girl's gut reaction is not to behave that way.

We were handling the press real well then we started making silly mistakes. You can't dribble through the press.

We played them better than the first time. The second time, we still made silly mistakes, but were able to adjust to what they were doing.