"Thinking! Thinking!" as though that were quite incomprehensible. "Mr. Hastings also claimed to be thinking."
"Better leave her alone, Kelwin," laughed Kenneth. "She will have the last word. She's like the woman with the scissors."
"Good avenin'," said a rich brogue just at hand.
"How are you, Patrick?" said Kenneth.
"Well, sir. How are yez, Miss?" He gave his slouch hat a jerk. "Good avenin', Lord Kelwin."
They walked on together, and the talk drifted to the Gila Club.
"I'm really surprised, don't you know," said Lord Kelwin, "at the interest these fellows take in the club."
"It's the first dacint thing the byes has had ter go to. Look at that saloon there!" he said, pointing to an overgrown shack, where women of the coarsest type presided. "And look at that opium den," he said, indicating a small building at their right. "And see that haythen," he said, pointing to a female who stood in the door of a saloon, her cheeks painted, and puffing away at a cigarette. "Thim is the things as has sint the byes to desthruction."
Kenneth Hastings and Lord Kelwin made no reply.
"If yez kape on, schoolma'am," continued Patrick, "yez'll wipe out the saloons and opium places, an' make dacint min an' women out of these poor crathers." He nodded his head.