“You like this forty-five year old port-wine?” said Mr. Wilding.
“Like it?” repeated Mr. Bintrey. “Rather, sir!”
“It’s from the best corner of our best forty-five year old bin,” said Mr. Wilding.
“Thank you, sir,” said Mr. Bintrey. “It’s most excellent.”
He laughed again, as he held up his glass and ogled it, at the highly ludicrous idea of giving away such wine.
“And now,” said Wilding, with a childish enjoyment in the discussion of affairs, “I think we have got everything straight, Mr. Bintrey.”
“Everything straight,” said Bintrey.
“A partner secured—”
“Partner secured,” said Bintrey.
“A housekeeper advertised for—”