"Good God! who would be rich!" thought Evan.
The servant with a sly, meaning look in Evan's direction went to a console at the left of the room, and affected to busy himself in arranging the objects upon it. In reality his long ears were stretched for sounds coming through the little door. Having satisfied himself that the Deaves' were good for several minutes in there, he came towards Evan with an ingratiating leer.
"Nice day," he said.
Evan's impulse was to call the fellow down, but he reflected that if he was to become an inmate of the house, it would be just as well for his own protection to learn what this snooping and eavesdropping signified.
"Fine," he said non-committally.
"Are you going to be one of us?"
"I don't know yet."
"It's a rummy joint."
"So I gather," said Evan dryly.
"Have you seen the Missus yet?"