|Title||The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists|
`But of course it don't matter so much about the basement, sir, because it's honly the servants what 'as to use it, sir, and even down there it'll be hall right hin the summer, sir.'
One would scarcely think, from the contemptuous way in which he spoke of `servants' that Crass's own daughter was `in service', but such was the case.
`Oh, yes, there's no doubt about that,' replied Sweater as he moved towards the door; `there's no doubt it will be dry enough in the summer. Good morning.'
`Good morning to YOU, sir,' said Crass, following him. `I 'opes as you're pleased with all the work, sir; everything satisfactory, sir.'
`Oh, yes. I think it looks very nice; very nice indeed; I'm very pleased with it,' said Sweater affably.