A week later, the two met at a Monday Pop. “Well?” said Mrs. Mallowe. “I've caught him!” said Mrs. Hauksbee; her eyes were dancing with merriment. “Who is it, mad woman? I'm sorry I ever spoke to you about it.” “Look between the pillars. In the third row; fourth from the end. You can see his face now. Look!” “Otis Yeere! Of all the improbable and impossible people! I don't believe you.” “Hsh! Wait till Mrs. Tarkass begins murdering Milton Wellings; and I'll tell you all about it. S-s-ss! That woman's voice always reminds me of an Underground train coming into Earl's Court with the brakes on. Now listen. It is really Otis Yeere.” “So I see, but does it follow that he is your property?” “He is! By right of trove. I found him, lonely and unbefriended, the very next night after our talk, at the Dugald Delane's burra-khana. I liked his eyes, and I talked to him. Next day he called. Next day we went for a ride together, and today he's tied to my 'rickshaw-wheels hand and foot. You'll see when the concert's over. He doesn't know I'm here yet.” “Thank goodness you haven't chosen a boy. What are you going to do with him, assuming that you've got him?” “Assuming, indeed! Does a woman--do I--ever make a mistake in that sort of thing? First”--Mrs. Hauksbee ticked off the items ostentatiously on her little gloved fingers--“First, my dear, I shall dress him properly. At present his raiment is a disgrace, and he wears a dress shirt like a crumpled sheet of the 'Pioneer'. Secondly, after I have made him presentable, I shall form his manners--his morals are above reproach.” “You seem to have discovered a great deal about him considering the shortness of your acquaintance.” “Surely you ought to know that the first proof a man gives of his interest in a woman is by talking to her about his own sweet self. If the woman listens without yawning, he begins to like her. If she flatters the animal's vanity, he ends by adoring her.” “In some cases.” “Never mind the exceptions. I know which one you are thinking of. Thirdly, and lastly, after he is polished and made pretty, I shall, as you said, be his guide, philosopher and friend, and he shall become a success--as great a success as your friend. I always wondered how that man got on. Did The Mussuck come to you with the Civil List and, dropping on one knee--no, two knees, a' la Gibbon--hand it to you and say, 'Adorable angel, choose your friend's appointment'?” “Lucy, your long experiences of the Military Department have demoralized you. One doesn't do that sort of thing on the Civil Side.” “No disrespect meant to Jack's Service, my dear. I only asked for information. Give me three months, and see what changes I shall work in my prey.” “Go your own way since you must. But I'm sorry that I was weak enough to suggest the amusement.”