"Got something to show you," retorted Quinney.
"What?"
"The finest set of old needlework chair-covers I've seen for many a long day."
Tomlin exhibited enthusiasm.
"That beats the band!" he exclaimed. "Looks as if it was fairly meant."
"What d'ye mean, Tom?"
"You come along with me, and see."
Quinney followed him, conscious of a rising excitement, for Tomlin reserved enthusiasm for memorable occasions. The pair walked together down Bond Street and into Oxford Street. In a few minutes they were passing Lark and Bundy's establishment. Tomlin paused at the great plate-glass window.
"Look at them chairs, Joe."
Quinney flattened his nose against the glass, being slightly short-sighted. The chairs were magnificent.