“Sir Oliver hasn’t yet come!” she said, imprinting on Miss Sinquier’s youthful cheek a salute of hospitality.
“He hasn’t? And I made sure I should be last.”
Mrs. Sixsmith consulted the time.
“From the Bank to the Poultry, and from the Poultry on...; just consider,” she calculated, subsiding leisurely with Miss Sinquier upon a spindle-legged settee.
“You telephoned?”
“I told him all your story.”
“Well?”
“He has promised me to do his utmost.”
“He will?”
“You should have heard us. This Mrs. Bromley, he pretends.... Oh, well ... one must not be too harsh on the dead.”