There being no need to practice rigid economy at that moment, she gave herself a glass of beer and sat down to pass the time with her magazine, in which life was regarded through very rosy spectacles.
When finally she opened the door, in response to a loud and insistent ring, her answer to Graham's abrupt question: "Is my brother here?" was "Yes; why shouldn't he be?" She didn't like the tone. The word "here" was underlined in an unnecessarily unpleasant manner.
XII
"What's my brother doing here?" asked Graham.
"What d'you s'pose? Better go and ask 'im yourself."
"Where is he?"
"In bed, if you must know." The girl answered sharply. She found her caller supercilious. She followed him into the bedroom, telling herself that this was a nice way to be treated for all the trouble that she had taken.
Graham bent over the bed. "Good God!" he said. "What's the matter with him?"
"Drink!" said the girl drily.