Susie sat in one of the high-backed chairs against the wall waiting for Mr. Brett. Don’t be silly! she told herself. In work like this, I’m sure to run across some unpleasant people. This was really nothing—all in the day’s work. When you analyze it, what was it but a nasty old man swearing? I don’t understand though, why the very mention of Mr. Chiswick’s name started him off.
someShe thought of Mr. Chiswick, thin, elderly, with his pince-nez, and his trim little gray beard; Mr. Chiswick, so polite and correct. Nobody could call him names like that, she thought. Unless the old man was crazy. That seemed rather probable when you think how he behaved the moment I got there.
himShe sighed and glanced again at the clock. Mr. Brett was very late. Well, she thought, I certainly can’t go back
