"Sorry I can't return the compliment, little love-bird," retorted Bindle. "S'long!"
"Queenie" had found her match.
II
"You—er—have a furnished—er—flat to let."
Bindle looked up from the paper he was reading.
A timid, mouse-like little man with side-whiskers and a deprecating manner stood on the threshold.
"Come in, sir," said Bindle heartily; "but I'm afraid it's let."
"But the board's up," replied the applicant.
Bindle rose, walked to the outer door, and there saw the notice-board announcing that a furnished-flat was to let.
"Funny me not noticin' that," he murmured to himself, as he returned to the porter's lodge.