His reflections were interrupted by the unexpected appearance of Blake himself, and Blake was obviously half-drunk. He acknowledged Angus' presence with a nod and a growl, and thereafter ignored him, devoting himself to Faith. His attitude toward her was familiar, and when at his request she went to the piano glad to escape his conversation, he leaned over her, placing a hand on her shoulder, an action which made Angus long to break his neck. But she rose from the piano.
"No, I won't play any more. You must have some refreshments. Tea, coffee or cocoa?"
"Not strong on any of 'em," said Blake. "But all right if you make 'em. Drink anything you make, li'l girl!"
Without reply Faith left the room, and without invitation Angus followed her. In the hall she turned fury blazing in her eyes.
"He's disgusting!"
"Shall I send him home?"
"He wouldn't go. I wish he would."
"I can make him go," Angus said hopefully. "I'd like to."
"No, no, that wouldn't do. I'll just have to put up with him. Perhaps he'll be better. Why, there's somebody in the kitchen. I didn't know Mrs. Foley had a visitor. Why, it's your man, Gus!"
Gus was established in a chair which he had balanced on its hind legs against the wall. Around its front legs his huge feet were hooked. A pipe was clenched in his teeth, and on his face was placid content.