Well, I thought you'd be upset about him. I had to drink three whiskies—had to, in all conscience—(smiling)
MRS. HOLROYD
I don't want to be the ruin of you.
BLACKMORE (smiling)
Don't you? I thought he'd pitch forward onto the lines and crack his skull.
[Holroyd has been sinking farther and farther forward in drunken sleep. He suddenly jerks too far and is awakened. He sits upright, glaring fiercely and dazedly at the two, who instantly cease talking.
HOLROYD (to Blackmore)
What are thäigh doin' 'ere?
BLACKMORE
Why, I came along with you.