"Father is swanking," said Posy.
The two men entered the shop below.
II
Presently, Quinney came upstairs, betraying some excitement, easily accounted for by Susan. A big buyer was below, the sort of customer who might spend hundreds without turning a hair. Quinney was rubbing his hands together and chuckling. He informed the ladies that a rich American was in the shop, and wanted to see the chairs.
"They're here," said Susan.
Quinney frowned very slightly. It annoyed him when his wife made futile remarks, a habit which she seemed to have acquired recently, or was he becoming more critical?
"Where did you think I thought they was?" he inquired, hovering about them, but not gloating over them, somewhat to Susan's surprise.
"Want us out of the way?" asked Susan.
"Certainly not. Isn't this your drawing-room, old dear?"
"Fiddle!" said Susan tartly.