“I will not continue in a job which involves being kissed by worms like Claude Bates. No, no, no, sir!”
Mr Wrenn raised a shocked and wrathful face.
“He kissed you?”
“Yes. You had an article in the Home Companion last week, uncle, saying what a holy and beautiful thing the first kiss is. Well, Claude Bates’s wasn’t. He hadn’t shaved and he was wearing a dressing-gown. Also, he was pallid and greenish, and looked as if he had been out all night. Anything less beautiful and holy I never saw.”
“He kissed you! What did you do?”