“Talking of flats,” she said, “have you heard of our piece of luck, Mr. Parker? We’ve got a flat⁠—at last! In Montagu Mansions.”

“Well,” said Parker, “I’ve always said there are plenty of flats⁠—at a price!”

“Yes, but this isn’t at a price. It’s dirt cheap. Eighty pounds a year!”

“But⁠—but Montagu Mansions is just off Knightsbridge, isn’t it? Big handsome building. Or are you talking of a poor relation of the same name stuck in the slums somewhere?”

“No, it’s the Knightsbridge one. That’s what makes it so wonderful.”

“Wonderful is the word! It’s a blinking miracle. But there must be a catch somewhere. Big premium, I suppose?”

“No premium!”