"What ripping sandwiches! And quite a good play, wasn't it ?" "I am glad you enjoyed it." "It was a swindle Josephine not turning up," Sarah continued, as she stretched herself out in Wingate's easy-chair.

"Domestic ructions again, I suppose.

How I do hate that husband of hers!" "It was disappointing," he admitted.
There was a brief pause, during which Sarah finished her sandwiches and lit a cigarette.
"Wilshaw seems to be having a little trouble with the outside porter," her host remarked presently.
"It must cost him at least half a sovereign every time I leave the cab," Sarah sighed.
"How much do you make a week out of your driving, if it isn't too personal a question ?" he enquired.
"It depends upon how much Jimmy's got." "Is he your only client, then ?" "He very seldom gives me a chance of another.

Once or twice I've refused to be engaged by the day, but he sends his man around to the garage and I find him sitting in the cab when I arrive." Wingate laughed softly.

She looked up at him with twinkling eyes.
"I believe you're making fun of my profession," she complained.
"Not at all, but I was wondering whether it wouldn't be cheaper for you to marry Jimmy, as you call him." "We have spoken about it once or twice," she admitted.