"She's good-looking, I suppose."
A laugh, short and unmusical but not without a biting humour, broke unexpectedly from the landlady's lips.
"If she is, HE don't know it. He hasn't seen her."
"Not seen her?"
"No. Her veil was very thick the night she came and she did not lift it as long as he was by. If she had—"
"Well, what?"
"I'm afraid that he wouldn't have exacted as much from her as he did. She's one of those women—"
"Don't hesitate, Mrs. Yardley."
"I'm thinking how to put it. Who has her will of your sex, I might say. Now I'm not."
"Pretty?"