Sally made no reply.

Mr.Hewson simpered affectedly.

"Of course, I'm only supposin' it's Mr.Arthur.

P'raps I may be quite wrong." Sally still resorted to silence.

"Are you going to a theayter with him ?" She shot the last bolt--went as far as decency in such matters and such surroundings would permit, and it succeeded--it forced Sally to retort.
"It's not Mr.Arthur, Mrs.Hewson--there is no need to worry yourself." She snapped the words--broke them crisp and sharp with pardonable irritation and spirit.
"Oh--indeed--I'm not worrying meself.