“It must! It shall!”
“I’ll peep in on him and sound him, if you like.”
“We’ll go together.”
“Very well.”
“Do you know where he lives?”
“In Foreign-Colony Street. He and a friend of his, Noel Nice, share a studio there. Not to paint in, alas! It’s to wash.”
“What?”
“They’ve made a little laundry of it. And when they’re not acting actually, they wash. Oh! sometimes when Mr. Nice spits across his iron and says Pah! it makes one ill.”
“Have they any connection?”
Mrs. Sixsmith bent her eyes to her dress.