“When I suggested you didn’t encourage fluffy words, Blather, I had something a little more subtle in mind,” replied Medlik, “Something in the nature of an elegant panache, a light but swift and decisive flair, that sort of thing.”
“I didn’t say a word!” replied Blather, astonished.
Medlik looked disconcerted for a moment. “Ah!” he said, “Not yet you haven’t.”
“That’s meddling, you could get fined for that, old boy. Struck off the Time Slip register. Under Now arrest.”