"Well?" said that worthy cheerily. "Had a good day, mate?"
"Rotten," said the pedlar. "Just rotten. How you been doing?"
"Fair. Isn't it amazing," he said, seeing that the bus-stop behind them was deserted, "what fools these girls are! Why, we could have polished her off and made away with everything in the house, and it never seemed to occur to her."
"I said as much to her when I was going, but she thought I was jealous of you."
"Of me? It should be the other way about. She didn't buy a pad!"
"So she pointed out."
"That was a good stock you had. The boss choose it?"
"Yes."
"Thought so. He's a daisy. What's he nosing out there?"
"Don't know."