"You won't have to bother any more now that she's got me to look after her," said Baxter, sucking the gold knob of his cane.
"As a matter of fact," said Henry, "she's pretty good at looking after herself."
Silence.
"You're secretary to some old Johnny, aren't you?" asked Baxter.
"I'm helping a man edit some family papers," said Henry with dignity.
"Same thing, isn't it?" said Baxter. "I should hate it."
"I expect you would," said Henry, with emphatic meaning behind every word.
Silence.
"Know Cladgate?" asked Baxter.