He turned pale.
"No, Fanny," he said quickly.
"From us all," she answered hastily.
"No, but--" "Are they the right sort ?" she asked, rocking herself with delight.
"Jove! they're the best in the catalogue." "But they're the right sorts ?" she cried.
"They're off the little list I'd made to get when my ship came in." He bit his lip.
Fanny was overcome with emotion.

She must turn the conversation.
"They was all on thorns to do it; they all paid their shares, all except the Queen of Sheba." The Queen of Sheba was Clara.
"And wouldn't she join ?" Paul asked.
"She didn't get the chance; we never told her; we wasn't going to have HER bossing THIS show.

We didn't WANT her to join." Paul laughed at the woman.

He was much moved.

At last he must go.