“I had imagined,” I said, “that that had already been indicated to you by your fellow-accomplice, Mr. Septimus Lorton.”
“I say,” she replied, “you do use long words. Aren’t you considered to be frightfully clever?”
I bowed again.
“In my own circle,” I said, “I am not considered, I believe, to be unintelligent.”
“And so you want Chrys,” she said, “to give you a job?”
“You are doubtless aware,” I replied, “of the alternative.”
“You mean if he doesn’t,” she said, “you’ll tell him about me and Septimus.”
“As a Xtian gentleman,” I said, “it would become my duty.”
“I wonder what he’d say,” she said. “When do you want to see him?”
“The sooner the better,” I said. “I should prefer this afternoon.”