"I'm not sure what it means." Grace frowned. "I don't think I do either." "It sounds bad, though." "Sodding bad." Grace said with a smile, and she patted Amelia's hand. Amelia sighed. "A dammed shame." We are repeating ourselves." Grace pointed out. "I know." Amelia said, but with a fair bit of feeling. "But whose fault is ut? Not ours. We've been far too sheltered." "Now that," Grace announced with a flair, "really is a dammed shame!" "A bloody inconvenience, if you ask me."