Oh—oh——!
Jeyes.
Work! All the spunk, all the energy, had been sapped out of me long before, and even her promise couldn’t revive it. My search for a berth wasn’t much more than a sham. At the back of my head I knew very well what I’d come to. The only work I was capable of was dancing attendance on her, and filling in what remained of the day and night at a rotten restaurant, a Bohemian club, and the bar of the theatre. And that’s been my sole employment for the past year—nothing but that. Pretty, for a man who started life as swimmingly as I did! His voice dying away. Pretty—pretty—pretty—pretty——!
Lily.
After a profound stillness. I—I don’t think you’ve ever—put the case to me—quite so plainly as this, Nicko.
Jeyes.
I—I don’t think I’ve ever put it quite so plainly—to myself.
Lily.
Her lip trembling. You—you won’t believe me——
Jeyes.