The father looked after her, grimly amused.
"Don't seem very obliging," he remarked.
Edward laughed uneasily.
"What!" he said. "Oh, she's all right. A bit fuf—funny in her manner. That's all."
Mr. Caspar prodded his son.
"You'd better mind your eye, Ned. She's masterful, and a fine figure of a woman too."
Edward tittered foolishly.
"What?—Oh, she—she's married. Children and all that."
"What's her husband do?"
"What—him?—Oh, he does nothing much that I know of."