"You wee bissom! You don't care a rap about me; all you want is that I
should marry an actress. You want my wife to come and teach you
ragtimes and tangoes!" And she blushed guiltily.
* * *
Lawson came down to see me again to-night; he wanted to tell me of an
inspector's visit to-day.
"Why don't you apply for an inspectorship?" he asked.