I'm rich enough without." By Jove, he's a queer specimen!' And Sarratt laughed out, remembering some further items of the conversation on the stairs.
'Whom are you discussing ?' said a cold voice in the background.
It was Bridget Cookson's voice, and the husband and wife turned to greet her.

The day was balmy--June at its best.

But Bridget as she came in had the look of someone rasped with east wind.

Nelly noticed too that since her marriage, Bridget had developed an odd habit of not looking her--or George--straight in the face.

She looked sideways, as though determined to avoid the mere sight of their youth and happiness.