“Well?” laughed Paul uncomfortably.
“Well, and what’s an inch of bacon! Take your coat off.”
The big, straight-standing woman was trying to estimate the situation. She moved about the cupboard. Clara took his coat. The room was very warm and cosy in the lamplight.
“My sirs!” exclaimed Mrs. Radford; “but you two’s a pair of bright beauties, I must say! What’s all that get-up for?”
“I believe we don’t know,” he said, feeling a victim.