“I’ll miss them terribly.”
“Incline!”
“How?”
“More.”
“I can’t!”
“They’re very nice. But bear in mind one thing——”
“Yes?”
Mrs. Sixsmith slipped an encircling arm about Miss Sinquier’s waist.
“Always remember,” she said, “to a City man, twelve hundred sounds less than a thousand. Just as a year, to you and me, sounds more than eighteen months!”
“I’ll not forget.”