Then in some vague, unwholesome sort of manner he began to find the vision attractive.

He found himself actually wishing that she were there--a buxom young woman with dyed hair and sidelong glances, a loud voice, and a distinct fancy for flirtations.
"She is quite well, I hope ?" he said.
"Oh, Maudie's all right!" the young lady replied.

"Fortunately for her, she's like me--she don't lay too much store on the things you gentlemen say when you come in.

Staying away for months at a time!" she continued indignantly.

"I'm ashamed of both of you.