I doubt if he noticed it.
Outside, the Admiral's double-bass was still droning the "Dead March" to Miss Limpenny's laurestinus grove.

It was the requiem of our decorum.

Long after I was in bed that night I heard the voice of Mr.
Moggridge trolling down the street-- "An' be jabbers! he'll tache 'em the thrick!" Mrs.Goodwyn-Sandys had "taught us the trick," indeed..