Three.
Hilda closed the draped door with a mysterious, bitter, cynical smile.
“Sit down,” she said coldly.
“Last night,” Edwin began, without sitting down, “when you mentioned the broker’s man, were you joking, or did you mean it?”
She was taken aback.
“Did I say ‘broker’s man’?”
“Well,” said Edwin, “you’ve not forgotten, I suppose.”
She sat down, with some precision of pose, on the principal sofa.
“Yes,” she said at length. “As you’re so curious. The landlords are in possession.”