"The help that man has been to me on wet Sundays is beyond belief," she replied ecstatically; "and Brenda Thornton is absolutely furious."
"I never expected to be sorry for Outram, but——"
"My dear Jack, you needn't worry about Bobbie. He knows all right. I told him, and he enjoys it. He's really rather a dear."
But at this my gorge rose. "At any rate," I said, "he's going to Mrs. Thornton's from next Friday to Tuesday; he told me so yesterday."
"The little worm," said Sheila.
"'Worm' is the word," I said; and as we remained to abuse Bobbie for another ten minutes with much mutual goodwill I suppose he had once more justified his existence by a successful feat of "fusing."
"Yes, that's the sort of man they would give work to—A man wiv no principles! Why, only last week 'e was 'ad up for beating 'is wife, and now 'E'S WORKIN' ON A CHURCH!"