"Oh, John!" said Joan, "what have you been doing? Breaking his china?"
"Drinking his wine?" suggested Miss Harbord, turning from a scornful inspection of Hughie's stock of current literature.
"I doot I'm no givin' satisfaction," said John.
"But, John, I am sure you are!" said Joan. "Was that the reason he gave?"
"He said he was givin' up keepin' a man-servant."
Miss Harbord, who had been craning her neck to see something in the street, turned round sharply.
"Why? Has he been losing money?"
"I couldna say, mem," said Mr. Goble woodenly. He shared his master's antipathy to Miss Harbord.
That lady shook her head resignedly.
"I thought so!" she said. "Joan, dear—"