"Thank you very much, indeed, sir."
There was a silence. The setting sun flung a carpet of gold across the roof. It was the hour at which men become confidential.
"Love is very wonderful, Mullett!" said George Finch.
"Makes the world go round, I often say, sir."
"Mullett."
"Sir?"
"Shall I tell you something?"
"If you please, sir."
"Mullett," said George Finch, "I, too, love."
"You surprise me, sir."