They all began to laugh again, except Jim, who lay on his back looking up at the strange sky.
“What're you laughing at?” repeated Aaron.
“We're laughing at the man on the ground,” replied Josephine. “I think he's drunk a little too much.”
“Ay,” said Aaron, standing mute and obstinate.
“Did you want anything?” Robert enquired once more.
“Eh?” Aaron looked up. “Me? No, not me.” A sort of inertia kept him rooted. The young people looked at one another and began to laugh, rather embarrassed.
“Another!” said Cyril Scott cynically.
They wished he would go away. There was a pause.
“What do you reckon stars are?” asked the sepulchral voice of Jim. He still lay flat on his back on the grass.
Josephine went to him and pulled at his coat.