"Oh? Bin a lot? Bet they hadn't anything like mine," he said, and opened the tray.
"Oh!" she said, obviously enraptured. "Are they dear?"
"Not them. 'Sides, a girl with wages like yours can easy afford something nice."
"What do you know about my wages, mister?"
"Well, I don't know anything. I'm just dedoocing. Pretty girl, nice house, good wages."
"Oh the wages are good enough," she said in a tone that indicated other shortcomings.
"Wouldn't the lady of the house like to have a look at them?" he said.
"There's no lady," she said. "I'm the lady of the house just now. The misses is at Eastbourne. You been in the Army?"
"I was in the Army during the War. That's the only time bin in the Army counts. France? I was four years in France, miss."
"Well, you can come in and have some tea, and let me see the things properly. We're just in the middle of it."