"Do you know shorthand?" he turned round to shout as the taxi buzzed away; he did not hear her answer, if answer there was.
"Of course I can always write," he decided, and without one sigh he busied himself with securing his own taxi for Hampstead.
CHAPTER II
"I'VE got too many caps, Mrs. Worfolk," John proclaimed next morning to his housekeeper. "You can give this one away."
"Yes, sir. Who would you like it given to?"
"Oh, anybody, anybody. Tramps very often ask for old boots, don't they? Some tramp might like it."
"Would you have any erbjections if I give it to my nephew, sir?"
"None whatever."
"It seems almost too perky for a tramp, sir; and my sister's boy—well, he's just at the age when they like to dress theirselves up a bit. He's doing very well, too. His employers is extremely satisfied with the way he's doing. Extremely satisfied, his employers are."
"I'm delighted to hear it."