“Oh, yes,” said Sam dully.
Mr. Wrenn watched him shamble out of the room with a benevolent eye.
“We’ll go and have a bite to eat too, my dear,” he said, removing the alpaca coat which it was his custom to wear in the office. “Haven’t had lunch with you since I don’t know when.” He reached for the hook which held his other coat. “I shall like having this young Shotter in the office,” he said. “He seems a nice young fellow.”
“He is the most utterly loathsome creature I have ever met,” said Kay.
Mr. Wrenn, startled, dropped his hat.
“Eh? What do you mean?”
“Just what I say. He’s horrible.”
“But, my dear girl, you only met him five minutes ago.”
Mr. Wrenn stooped for his hat and smoothed it with some agitation.