“But there’s no comparison, Maria, really no comparison.” It was wonderful how the caressing touch of the woman of the world dispersed the cloud upon Josiah’s brow almost before it had time to gather.
“Of course there isn’t, Gerty. Any one with a grain o’ sense knows that. Why, only this morning as I went down in the tram with Lawyer Mossop, he said, ‘Mr. Munt, this new house of yours is quite the pick of the basket.’”
“It is, Josiah.” The discreet voice rose to enthusiasm. “And no one knows that better than Maria.”
The lady in puce silk gave a little sigh and a little sniff. “Waterloo Villa was quite good enough for me,” she murmured tactlessly.
V
THERE was silence for a moment and then said Josiah: “Talking of Lawyer Mossop—that reminds me. I’m going round to see him. I wonder what time he gets back from his office.” He looked at his watch. “Quarter past five. Bit too soon, I suppose.”
Maria ventured to ask what he wanted Lawyer Mossop for.
Josiah did not answer the question immediately. When he did answer it his voice had such a depth of emotion that both ladies felt as if a knife had been plunged suddenly into their flesh.