“Well, mum, they do say that listeners never ’ear no good of themselves, so If you will go key-’olin’ round——”
“Please leave the room. I don’t wish to talk to you.”
“Very well, mum. It it suits you, it suits me, ’m sure. It won’t be no ’ard job for me ter git another plice——”
“I have told you to go.”
“I’m goin’. By the way, there’s two letters wot come at dinner-time.”
“Bring them up, then.”
“Yes, mum.”
A moment later she returned carrying on a tray two unsealed envelopes with half-penny stamps. From the half-malignant, half-triumphant look in her eyes, Catherine was almost sure she had examined their contents.
After Florrie had gone, Catherine opened them.
More bills!