“Why,” retorted Mr. Inspector, again using his pocket handkerchief, “though there’s nothing for the lady to be at all alarmed at, still, ladies are apt to take alarm at matters of business⁠—being of that fragile sex that they’re not accustomed to them when not of a strictly domestic character⁠—and I do generally make it a rule to propose retirement from the presence of ladies, before entering upon business topics. Or perhaps,” Mr. Inspector hinted, “if the lady was to step upstairs, and take a look at baby now!”

“ Mrs. Rokesmith,”⁠—her husband was beginning; when Mr. Inspector, regarding the words as an introduction, said, “Happy I am sure, to have the honour.” And bowed, with gallantry.