[Mrs. Minicle listens, smiling all the while. She doesn't seem to have a reply immediately after, as though turning this description over in her mind as they try to wend through the crowd — taking it slow to look for this rather interesting specimen she's just described.]

He sounds like quite a fellow. A renowned detective... Oh, I think I've heard tell of one of those scrambling about now and again. Or read something in the paper? A very handsome fellow, perhaps...

[Trails off, considering, then-]

But such a lovely woman like yourself? Romantic or otherwise, how can you not be a constant in his mind with each passing day? Hm? Surely a great, consulting detective is no fool, and misses you dearly.