[To himself.] He's no dream, anyhow! [With exultation.] A client! A real client of my own! At last!
Mrs. Rapkin.
[Enters from landing.] Did you ring for me, sir?—or was it only to let the gentleman out?
[She comes down.
Horace.
Oh, there is something I had to tell you. We shall be five at dinner, not four. You can manage all right, eh?
Mrs. Rapkin.
[Comfortably.] Lor, yes, sir. That won't make no difference!
Horace.
[In front of table.] By the way, Mrs. Rapkin, you haven't let your ground-floor yet, have you? To—to an Asiatic gentleman?