She flushed with pleasure, so that he kept it up.
"Everything," he said, "runs on greased wheels. I don't know how you do it."
"Oh, it's easy enough to do."
"And it doesn't matter if a lady comes to tea?"
He took up a pencil and began to sharpen it.
"Is there," said Miss Collett, "a lady coming to tea?"
"Yes. And we'll have it in the garden. Tea, I mean."
"And who," said she, "is the lady?"
"Miss Jane Holland." Brodrick did not look up. He was absorbed in his pencil.
"Another author?"