“Yes, but hers was a two-hour stunt. This is a lifer. You can’t chuck away your life so that half a dozen clowns can shove their rotten sheep on to Mesne Holms.”
“They’re not rotten sheep,” said Audrey. “Besides, I mightn’t be chucking it away. I might get to like him very much. You never know. What sort of eyes has he got?”
“Watery ones,” said Christopher. “Looks as if he drank.”
Miss de Lisle frowned.
“How old is he?” she demanded.
“I believe he’s about thirty-five. He’s a proper waster, you know.”
“He would like to hear his mediator, wouldn’t he?”
“I never undertook to plead his cause.”
“You’ve broken his bread,” said Audrey.
“I wish I’d broken his neck,” growled Christopher John.