'He seems to have told you quite a lot about himself already,' I interposed.
She smirked again. 'I 'adn't been talkin' to 'im ten minutes afore 'e arsked me wot was my night out. 'E isn't arf a one.'
'It seems he isn't,' I agreed. And I sent up a silent prayer of thankfulness to Heaven and the Domestic Bureau. 'But what about the Amalgamated boilermaker?'
'Oh, 'im!' She tossed her head. ''E can go to—Manchester.'
CHAPTER XI
'Have you observed William closely, recently, Netta?' Henry asked me. 'Something seems to have happened to him?'
'Why should I observe William?' I demanded, puzzled, 'he is not the sort of man a woman would observe, closely or otherwise.'
'That is exactly one of the reasons why I like him—you leave him alone,' remarked that horrid Henry. 'I can talk to him without your distracting his attention by flirting with him.'
I felt wounded. 'Henry, this is monstrous.'