"He talks gratitude," mother says quite low.
"But doesn't act it, perhaps," Mrs. Withers said.
"Talk is easier than action, any day," Mr. Armstrong added, with a smile.
"Yes, sir. I can't abide talk," mother answered him.
"You don't like talk of the wrong sort," says Mr. Armstrong.
"It's sure to be wrong, when there's much of it," says mother.
"Too often, I'm afraid—yes," Mr. Armstrong said. "'In the multitude of words there wanteth not sin,' you know."
"That's just it," mother said.
And then what I was dreading came all of a sudden.
"Mrs. Phrynne, I saw a friend of yours last week," says Mr. Armstrong.