Facing round he recognized her as a friend of Polly Sparkes, Miss Waghorn by name, who adorned a refreshment bar at the theatre where Polly sold programmes.
With a marked display of interesting embarrassment Miss Waghorn introduced him to her companion, Mr.Nibby, who showed himself cordial.
"I've often heard talk of you, Mr.Gammon; glad to meet you, sir.

I think it's Berlin wools, isn't it ?" "Well, it was, sir, but it's been fancy leather goods lately, and now it's going to be something else.

You are the Gillingwater burners, I believe, sir ?" Mr.Nibby betrayed surprise.
"And may I ask you how you know that ?" "Oh, I've a good memory for faces.

I travelled with you on the Underground not very long ago, and saw the name on some samples you had." "Now, that's what I call smart observation, Carrie," said the Gillingwater burners, beaming upon Miss Waghorn.
"Oh, we all know that Mr.Gammon's more than seven" replied the young lady with a throaty laugh, and her joke was admirably received.
"Business good, sir ?" asked Gammon.
"Not bad for the time of year, sir.

Is it true, do you know, that Milligan of Bishopsgate has burst up ?" "I heard so yesterday; not surprised; business very badly managed.
Great shame, too, for I know he got it very cheap, and there was a fortune in it.