"You'll be very fat, very testy, very disagreeable.

Can't you imagine him--bald as a coot, with a pair of sponge-bag trousers, a little spotted tie, and a corporation ?" After a pause Hirst remarked that the worst infamy had still to be told.
He addressed himself to Helen.
"They've hoofed out the prostitute.

One night while we were away that old numskull Thornbury was doddering about the passages very late.
(Nobody seems to have asked him what _he_ was up to.) He saw the Signora Lola Mendoza, as she calls herself, cross the passage in her nightgown.
He communicated his suspicions next morning to Elliot, with the result that Rodriguez went to the woman and gave her twenty-four hours in which to clear out of the place.

No one seems to have enquired into the truth of the story, or to have asked Thornbury and Elliot what business it was of theirs; they had it entirely their own way.

I propose that we should all sign a Round Robin, go to Rodriguez in a body, and insist upon a full enquiry.