As she waited, Kitty Windus, wearing an Inverness cape and a boat-shaped hat, came up. Miss Windus lived in a street off Tottenham Court Road, and already once or twice Louie had walked with her as far as the Oxford corner. She was waiting for the Polly Ross girl now, whose direction was the same. She asked Louie whether she intended to walk or to "hop on a bus." She always spoke in these rather sprightly terms, just as she always stiffened the line of her back a little the moment a man, any man, entered the room; and she referred, brightly and hopefully, to proposals of marriage as "chances." Louie was already learning when she might expect any given one of Kitty's innumerable _clichés_, and had several times (humorously) given them back to Kitty again with complete success. As they waited for the Polly Ross girl (whose name was Evie Soames) Louie asked Kitty who the big man who had gone out with Mr. Merridew was. "Oh, the Mandrill!" said Kitty, laughing even before Louie had got out the word "big." "That's Mr. Jeffries. Isn't he a caution? But he only comes in the evenings." She meant that Mr. Jeffries had not a pound a week on his own. Students who only came in the evenings were of a slightly inferior order to those who came during the day. "I suppose he had his brown paper parcel with him?" Kitty said, with more mirth in her peering little eyes. Louie remembered that Mr. Jeffries had carried a brown paper parcel. Kitty twittered. "Bet you can't guess what was in it--that is, if you haven't heard it?" She said "it" as if it had been a riddle or some sort of a joke. Louie admitted that she could not guess what had been in Mr. Jeffries' parcel. "Good old brown paper parcel!" Kitty chuckled. "You'll get to know it by-and-by! You see," she explained, "he goes to Archie's for a bath. Isn't it killing?" "I--I don't quite see what you mean," said Louie. She honestly did not. "Why, for a bath--you know, a common or garden bath, with hot water. I peeped into it once (the parcel, I mean; for shame, you dreadful girl!) and it had a clean shirt and a pair of socks in it. I suppose he wraps those he takes off up when he's done." Louie's eyes had opened very wide indeed. A man to have to ask another man for a bath! Well, that was something learned about London! A bath--a thing so necessary that its existence was assumed--how extremely amusing! She knew that entertaining word, "poor," but what was this other, this new and side-splitting word that meant that a man had to ask another man for a bath? She had never heard of anything so--so--there was no adjective that quite fitted the humour of it. The next moment she had wasted an irony on Kitty. "Hasn't he--a tidy bit?" she asked. But it took far more than this to get through Kitty's hide. She gave another little laugh and drew her gloves more smoothly over her thin hands. "Him? The Mandrill? (I always call him the Mandrill, my dear.) Not a penny to bless himself with; look at him!"