“Yes, she is that,” said Sam, nodding.
“And the poor young lady’s frightened to death of the man, who insulted her once. He is a dreadful-looking fellow.”
“Wuss, ever so much,” said Sam, nodding at his pipe-bowl.
“And I—I—”
“Told ’em about our being about to be empty; that’s about what you did,” said Sam.
“Yes, Sam.”
“Well, you’re a nice one. Of course you’ve put the rent up?”
“No, I haven’t, Sam,” said Mrs Jenkles. “I’ve—”
“Asked only the same. Why, our rooms is a palace to theirs—not as I ever see a palace to know.”
“They’re smaller, Sam,” said Mrs Jenkles.