Leighton shut the door.
“What was that he called after you?”
“Oh, nothing. A man when he’s drunk—he says the worst he’s ever heard. At least, so they say.”
“A man when he’s drunk?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“But Stephen isn’t drinking?”
“No, no.”
“He couldn’t be. If he broke a promise—I don’t pretend he’s a saint. I don’t want him one. But it isn’t in him to break a promise.”
“Yes, sir; I understand.”
“In the train he promised me not to drink—nothing theatrical: just a promise for these few days.”