“Perhaps so. I’ll grant it; but, my good boy, you must be a man of the world; and now that we are upon that subject, let us understand one another.”
“By all means,” assented Litton eagerly.
“First of all, though, I cannot worry myself with too much work at once. I have those two girls to marry, and I must get that out of hand before I undertake more.”
“Exactly; and all is now in train.”
“Many a slip, Arturo, ’twixt cup and lip; but we shall see—we shall see.”
Her ladyship went on snipping vigorously.
“I want you to understand me. To speak plainly, Arturo, you are a gentleman of great polish.”
“Thanks,” he said, bowing.
“And a good presence.”
He bowed again.