“No doubt, the dears. You could ask quite a fancy price for such prize kittens.”
Parker Steel had been prompted by an instant flash of his wife’s eyes.
“I am sure if Lady Gillingham would like one of the kittens—”
He appeared to glance questioningly, and for approval, at Mrs. Betty.
“Of course—I shall be delighted.”
“Really?”
“Why, yes.”
“Then—may I buy one?”
Parker Steel elevated his eyebrows, and, with the air of a Leicester, refused to listen to any such proposal.
“Do not mention such a matter. We shall only be too glad.”