"What does he look like, Mrs. Gray?" she asked, breathless.
"He looks like an Italian," answered the landlady, in a practical tone. "He has dark hair and a dark complexion. He has also a black moustache, but no side whiskers."
"Is he good looking?"
"You will have to decide for yourselves when you see him."
"When shall we see him?"
"He is to be here to-night at supper."
"The day will seem very long," murmured the widow.
"You seem to regard him already as your special property."
This of course came from the lips of the Disagreeable Woman.
"I presume you are as anxious to see him as I am," snapped Mrs. Wyman.