"Oh!" reflected Mr. Tusker, "them marks is out o' date. They put me away for them."
Mrs. Tusker nodded.
"I—I don't quite understand," exclaimed the doctor.
"I done 'em of a Saturday night, ye see," explained the husband. "And they put me away to the Scrubs. Three weeks I was in."
"Three weeks," repeated Mrs. Tusker.
"They on'y let me out s'mornin'."
This statement was audited and found correct by Mrs. Tusker. "On'y this mornin'," she said.
"This is the state I find 'er in," continued Mr. Tusker. "Orfer oats. They put me away. See? And there wasn't no one to look arter 'er."
"Nobody to look arter me," agreed the wife.
"Her neck must be troubling her too," began the doctor. "I see she's been rather badly sca——"