“It does. It always matters.”
“It only matters if—shall I say it?”
“You generally say what you feel inclined to say.”
“It only matters if our little gentleman is in love.”
Bennett scowled. Minna went on with her banter until Annette came into the room with a tray bearing lemonade and claret. Bennett sprang up and hurried to meet her. Minna laughed and nodded to Basil Haslam to come and take Bennett’s seat. When he had done so, she said:
“Have you ever noticed my little sister, Annette?”
“Not particularly. Why?”
“She is over there, by that young Lawrie.”
“Young idiot.”
“What do you think of her?”