"Oh, well, I imagine there will be no trouble about it. We know our rights."
"Has it ever occurred to you that we might know ours?" said Aubrey.
"Yes, certainly. But you know, Mr. Jardine, we are agents for a large number of the best apartment-houses in New York, and we have not given heat to any one so far."
"I only live in this one," said Aubrey. "It does not interest me in the least what temperature other of your tenants prefer. I shall have this apartment warm when I think it is cold."
"Well, but—I understand how you feel, but—no one ever did such a thing as this before in the whole course of my thirty-five years' experience."
"I can quite believe it," said Aubrey, thinking of the people we knew who suffered without a protest.
"Then you can imagine my surprise this morning to receive this," said
Jepson.
"I can quite imagine it," returned my husband, with an irony wasted on
Jepson, but delightful to me.
"Well," said our visitor, rising, "I hope you will think better of it and send me a cheque for the full amount. It will save unpleasantness."
"I anticipate unpleasantness from my past experience with you," said the
Angel, "and that is every cent you will get from me for November rent."