"What does what matter?" asked Miss Perkins.
"About the chops, when he's got you."
To this embarrassing question Miss Perkins vouchsafed no reply, merely adopting an air of superiority, and tapping the toes of her shoes together.
"If I were in his position," said George, loud enough for the man in the cupboard to hear, "I'd get married to-morrow."
Miss Perkins blushed, and laughed. "You wouldn't be so silly," she said.
"Anyhow, I'd marry you at once," said George, "just to make sure"—slowly—"that I didn't lose you."
Miss Perkins, who was now in an excellent temper, changed the conversation by wondering what time Mr. Parrott would return.
"He'd be back sharp enough if he knew you were here," said George.
"With you," added Miss Perkins, with pretty wit.
This made them both laugh.