In the midst of trying to shake his hand, Ilde fumbles slightly on the mention of his books and the look she aims up at him is slightly abashed and feline in its absurdity - I meant to do that, you didn't see anything. “Um,” she says, eloquently. Then, “Well, I didn't know what you'd like to be done with them, but I didn't think your brother-in-law had much appreciation for poetry, so I-- well, I mean, I knew how to get into your house--”

What she's trying to say is she totally stole his books.