"I just heard your name."
"Who mentioned it?"
"The fellow with the beard."
"Prettily?"
"I think so. He was wondering where you were. He seems to know you very well?"
"He has known me all my life. He is a sort of connection. He was overseer here when my father died a year or two ago. He is the manager now."
"But you are the boss?"
"I am so! His name, by the way, is Gilroy—my mother was a Gilroy, too. See? That's why he calls me Naomi; I call him Monty when I am not wroth with him. I am disgusted with them all to-night! But you mustn't mind them; it's only their way. Did you speak to the overseer, Tom Chester?"
"Which was he?"
"The one on the sofa."