“But, my dear Mrs. Chrysostom,” I said, “if you behave like that, I shall remain dismissed.”
“But surely, Mr. Carp,” she answered, “and I can see you’re a good man, it’s the only behaviour consistent with repentance.”
I pulled out my handkerchief and wiped my forehead.
“Then you wouldn’t speak a word,” I asked, “on my behalf?”
She shook her head gently.
“It is one of my rules,” she said, “never to interfere with dear Chrysostom’s business.”
I glanced round the room again. My hat was on one of the shrines.
“And you haven’t yet told me,” she said, “that you’re glad I’ve repented.”
“Oh, I am,” I said. “I am glad.”
“Then I mustn’t detain you,” she said. “Mind the polish.”