Poirot: "Ah, Hastings. You still have the hankering for the glamorous young woman, huh?"

Hastings: "No, no, no, no. Not at all. No. Quite the opposite, in fact. It's just that... Well, there she was as you say, a glamorous young woman. But with a bit of a wig and a few bits of makeup, she could transform herself into that dowdy hag of a nurse."

Poirot: "Yes, it was indeed very well done, Hastings."

Hastings: "But... Well, I mean... If a woman can do that one way... she can do it the other."

Poirot: "Oh, Hastings."

Hastings: "Well... I mean, then where are you?"

Poirot: "At the beginning of wisdom, mon ami."