He moved about absolutely silently, and I dared not meet his glance
because I knew I should give myself away. The rascal has not been
running his eye over young women all these years without being able to
tell them in a moment, even in navvy's clothes.
At last I could stand it no longer. "Damn it," I said, "what are you
doing? Why don't you go? I didn't send for you." But still I didn't dare
look up.
"I thought perhaps you had something to say to me, sir," he said.
"No, I haven't," I replied. "Why should I? What about?"
"Only about those two young men, sir," he replied.
"Get out," I said; but before he could go I had burst into laughter.
"Better not mention it," I managed to say.
He promised.
There--won't you find that useful?
Yours, C. S.