My face by this time was perfectly crimson with suppressed laughter. I
hope Mr Cardew Thompkins thought it was shy blushes.
'The house must be as small as possible,' continued Ross, 'and quite
new, with no garden, as my wife doesn't like slugs, do you, lovey? It
must be in a row, or at most, semi-detached, as my er----'
'Quite so,' said the agent again.
'My wife is nervous at nights. We haven't been married very long,' said
the incorrigible Ross in a burst of confidence.
'We should like it opposite a railway station, if possible, and we want
white paint--enamel, I mean--and fireplaces with tiled hearths, nice
cheerful wall-papers, and a dodo in the hall.'
'Dado,' I murmured.
'What, sweetie?' said Ross, 'what did you say, my pet?'