"Yes. I imagine he will be. He is what you might call quick-tempered. He has dyspepsia, you know."
"I know."
"What he wants is plenty of fresh air and no cigars, and a regular course of those Larsen Exercises that amused you so much."
Joan laughed.
"Are you going to try and persuade Mr. Peters to twist himself about like that? Do let me see it if you do."
"I wish I could."
"Do suggest it to him."
"Don't you think he would resent it from a valet?"
"I keep forgetting that you are a valet. You look so unlike one."
"Old Peters didn't think so. He rather complimented me on my appearance. He said I was ordinary-looking."