He grunts his words, a grunt to each. He grunted at Betty when he saw her.
"Where's your father?"
She put down her glass and dish-rag. "I don't know, sir."
"Don't know, eh?" he asked in an indescribably offensive tone.
"I think he went to the bank to see you."
"Oh, he did, eh? Did he have anything for me."
The girl took up another glass. "I don't know, sir," she said wearily. "I'm afraid not."
"Well, if he didn't there's no use see in' me. It won't do him any good."
"I guess he knows that," she returned with a little flash of spirit.
Lockwood looked her up and down as if he had never seen her before, then summarised his resentful impression of her attitude in an open sneer. "Does, eh? Well, that's a good thing; saves talk."