Daphne Castle:
I bet it pongs something rotten in there.
Poirot:
Only of the breath of the sea.
Daphne Castle:
Oh, how poetic you are, Monsieur Poirot. You have the true soul of France.
Poirot:
The true soul of Belgium, Madame.
Daphne Castle:
Yes, of course. How mortifyingly stupid of me! Oh, do please forgive me.
Poirot:
In due course of time.
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