Hopper looked up and scowled at him.
“Don’t talk to me, you low-born rat. I hate the sight of you.”
Bland chuckled.
“That’s all right, baby. I don’t mind. I’m used to it.”
Hopper called him an obscene name.
“Take it easy, baby,” Bland said, still smiling. “Don’t bear down on it.” He went to the door. “Shave, then a bath and then breakfast. I’ll see if I can get you an extra egg.”
Hopper told him what he could do with the egg.
Bland went away, chuckling.
“Don’t try it, Seabright,” Hopper said. “It’s not worth it. They’ll put you in a strait jacket, and keep you in a bath of cold water for days. He’s not lying about the door. You can’t get out without a key.”
I decided to wait and see.