"Hullo to you!" said Mr. Jope.
"Turned you out?" asked Nandy.
Mr. Jope glanced back at the roof of Merry-Garden, which from the quay could be seen just overtopping the laylocks. "She's a sperrited woman," he said; and after that there was a pause until Nandy asked him who he thought he was staring at. "I dunno," said Mr. Jope. "You puts me in mind of a boy I knew, one time. I stood godfather to him, and he grew up to be afflicted in much the same manner."
"I've been unwell," said Nandy, "and I haven't got over the effects of it."
"No, by George, you haven't," agreed Mr. Jope. "I've heard tar-water recommended."
"Is it worse tasted than sulphur-water?" asked Nandy, and with that a wicked thought came into his mind, for he still nursed a spite against all that he had suffered under Dr. Clatworthy's care. "If you can't get taken in at Merry-Garden," said he, "why don't you try Hi-jeen Villa, up the creek?"
"What's that?"
"It's—it's another establishment," said Nandy.
"Respectable? You'll excuse my askin'—"
"Tisn' for me to judge," said Nandy; "but they sit about the garden in their nightshirts, with a footman carryin' round the drinks."