"My wife's," said George, in a whisper.
"I thought she professed to be poor?"
"So she does"—with a wink.
"You're a devil for finding out things," said Cattermole, with some admiration. "So I suppose you're going to call the girl——"
"Phœbe," said George. Cattermole laughed, and his friend, who had caught some scraps of the conversation, laughed also. George joined them.
"I suppose it'll work all right?" said Cattermole.
"Coming to stay a month," said George; "you can leave the rest to me."
"Well, I hope you're backing a winner," said Cattermole.
"It's a cert," said George. "Baby holds the reins."
"Elephant!" yelled the 'bus conductor.