“Came home last night.”
“I'll go and take him his hot water.”
“Why, he is not in the house, stupid. He dressed the moment he came home and went out to a party. He swore properly at your not being in the way to help him dress.”
“What did he say?” asked Robinson, a little uneasy.
The girl's eyes twinkled. “He said, 'How ever am I to lace myself now that scamp is not in the way?'”
“Come, none of your chaff, Jenny.”
“Why you know you do lace him, and pretty tight, too.”
“I do nothing of the kind.”
“Oh, of course you won't tell on one another. Tell me our head scamp does not wear stays! A man would not be as broadshouldered as that and have a waist like a wasp and his back like a board without a little lacing, and a good deal, too.”
“Well, have it your own way, Jenny. Won't you give me a morsel of breakfast?”