"I said a lot of silly things, I know," he said. "There is a God and a good God too."
Mr. Pigott was sitting with his new wife, who was as much his junior as the first had been his senior.
She was a young woman, with a mischievous face and bright hair.
"He'll be glad to have you on His side again," she remarked demurely. "He was missing you."
Mr. Pigott scowled melodramatically at the offender.
She refused to catch his eye, busy with her work.
"Five pound a week isn't a bad God as times go," she went on.
Alf smirked.
"It's seven pound ten," he said, and withdrew.
"Elsie Pigott!" roared her husband, when the outside door had shut.