I'm afraid you've rather put your foot in it." Mr.Waddington became thoughtful.

The young lady, having disposed of some other customers, returned to her place.

She rubbed the counter for a few minutes with a duster which hung from the belt around her waist.
Then she leaned over once more towards them.
"It's a pity Maud's off duty, Mr.Burton," she remarked.

"She's been asking about you pretty nearly every day." A vision of Maud rose up before Burton's eyes.

First of all he shivered.