Butsey White, sitting on the doorstep of Laloo's, gazed at him from the depths of a steaming frankfurter sandwich.
"Well, you look cheerful," he said in surprise.
"Why not?"
"How was he?"
"Gentle as a kitten."
"Come off! Were you scared?"
"Scared! Lord, no! I enjoyed myself."
"You're a cheerful liar, you are. What did he say to you?"
"Hoped I'd enjoy the place and all that sort of thing. And—oh, yes, he spoke about you."
"He did, did he?" said Butsey, precipitately leaving the frankfurter sandwich.