“Well, Jeffreson, I don’t want to rake up old unpleasantness, but after—after what happened, you’ll forgive my saying so, but what else can I think?”
He heard Jeffreson laugh; a perfectly natural laugh.
“Will you tell him, Elizabeth, or shall I?”
“You’d better. He always respected your intelligence.”
“Well, old chap, if you really want to know where you are, you’re in heaven.”
“You don’t mean to say so?”
“Fact. I daresay you’re wondering what we’re doing here?”
“Well, Elizabeth—perhaps. But, frankly, Jeffreson, you——”
“Yes. How about me?”
“With your record I should have thought you’d even less business here than I have.”