I’m sure I don’t know. What concerns me is that you detained me in this outlandish place—what county is it?—till past three o’clock, and then insisted, with alcoholic tears in your eyes, on my returning to breakfast.
Parbury.
Tea or coffee?
Gunning.
Tea—no; coffee—no, neither.
Parbury.
Have some hot milk?
[Offers him the jug.
Gunning.
Ugh! Don’t.