"Well, Ma'am?" says I.
"Poor fellow!" says she. "I am glad he escaped that brutal blow."
"Are you?" says I. "Well, don't waste too much sympathy on him; for I was only demonstratin' how——"
"You might offer me a chair," she breaks in sort of casual.
"Why—er—sure!" says I, and before I knew it I was jumpin' to drag one up.
She settles into it without even a nod of thanks.
"You see," I goes on, "he's my assistant, and I was tryin' to show him how——"
"It's rather stuffy here," observes the lady. "Couldn't you open a window?"
It's more an order than anything else; but I hops over and shoves the sash wide open.
"That's too much," says she. "It causes a draft."