"It will, Press," said that lady.
"He'll come. You'll see," said Miss Dobbs, with reasoned optimism. "He's here now."
In fact, at that moment a mild assault was being delivered by the decrepit knocker on a faintly responsive front door.
"What was the check that Brown's gave him?" Miss Press asked Miss Bonser, as Miss Dobbs went forth to receive her guest.
"Three hundred—so she says."
"Do you believe it?"
"Why not?"
"But he's barmy."
"All these writing men are."
"Except Bert."