“The mater says you’re married, and married men have no time to bother about other people’s kids. Is that true?”
“Well, of course there’s a lot to be done in London, and I go to business every day.”
“You’ve got a kid, haven’t you?”
“Yes!”
“It’s a boy, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“I say, how old is it?”
“A year and a month old, or a little over.”
Jimmy’s face expressed satire.
“A year and a month!” he repeated. “Is that all? Then it can’t be much good yet, can it?”