one comes in, looking blighted and bored. That might become very tiresome."
"The moment he becomes tiresome I send him away. You can trust me for that."
"Oh," said Littlemore, "it does n't matter, after all." He remembered that it would be very inconvenient to him to have undisturbed possession of Mrs. Headway.
She came out with him into the antechamber. Mr. Max, the courier, was fortunately not there. She lingered a little; she appeared to have more to say.
"On the contrary, he likes you to come," she remarked in a moment; "he wants to study my friends."
"To study them?"
"He wants to find out about me, and he thinks they may tell him something. Some day he will ask you right out, 'What sort of a woman is she, any way?'"
"Has n't he found out yet?"
"He does n't understand me," said Mrs. Headway, surveying the front of her dress. "He has never seen any one like me."
"I should imagine not!"
"So he will ask you, as I say."
"I will tell him you are the most charming woman in Europe."
"That ain't a description! Besides, he knows it. He wants to know if I'm respectable."
