“I am not disputing Mr. Bennett’s claim to belong to the Caucasian race,” said Mrs. Hignett testily. “I merely maintain that this house is m....”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” interrupted Jane. “You can thresh all that out some other time. The point is, if this fellow is your nephew, I don’t see what we can do. We’ll have to let him go.”
“I came to this house,” said Sam, raising his vizor to facilitate speech, “to make a social call....”
“At this hour of the night!” snapped Mrs. Hignett. “You always were an inconsiderate boy, Samuel.”
“I came to inquire after poor Eustace’s mumps. I’ve only just heard that the poor chap was ill.”
“He’s getting along quite well,” said Jane, melting. “If I had known you were so fond of Eustace....”
“All right, is he?” said Sam.
“Well, not quite all right, but he’s going on very nicely.”
“Fine!”
“Eustace and I are engaged, you know!”