"Does he come every day?"
"Oh they're always at it."
"At it——?" He was vague.
"Why she acts to him—every sort of thing—and he says if it will do."
"How many days has he been here then?"
Mrs. Rooth reflected. "Oh I don't know! Since he turned up they've passed so quickly."
"So far from 'minding' it I'm eager to see him," Sherringham declared; "and I can imagine nothing better than what you describe—if he isn't an awful ass."
"Dear me, if he isn't clever you must tell us: we can't afford to be deceived!" Mrs. Rooth innocently wailed. "What do we know—how can we judge?" she appealed.
He had a pause, his hand on the latch. "Oh, I'll tell you frankly what I think of him!"