Crosby regards him with an amused eye.
‘Apropos your tenant,’ says he, ‘when are you going to introduce your aunt to your young man?’
‘Oh, get out!’ says Wyndham.
‘That’s a lion if you like,’ says Crosby.
‘Which—my aunt or my tenant?’
‘I haven’t seen the tenant. Still, it strikes me that she will be a lion, too. I’d get out of that den if I were you.’
‘Well, I want to. But what’s one to do? I can’t get rid of either of my lions.’
‘Not even of the tenant?’
‘I don’t see how I can, now I have given my promise.’
‘Well, introduce them to each other; that’s a capital suggestion if you will only look into it. Whilst they claw each other, you may be able to make your escape.’