"And you 've actually trudged all the way out from Ullbrig?"
"It 's nothing," she said apologetically.
"But at night!" he expostulated, in friendly concern.
"There was no other time..." she explained. "Besides ... I thought—They said ... it was only after supper."
"Only after supper?" echoed the Spawer. "What 's that? Indigestion? Nightmare?"
"The music," she said.
"I see." He laughed, nodding his head sagaciously. "So they 've got my time-table. And I thought I was n't known of a soul! What an ostrich I 've been!"
"Everybody knows of you," she said, in wonder he should think otherwise.
"I 'm sure they do," he assented. "What sort of a character do they give me? ... Would just about hang me at the Assizes, I suppose?"
"They say you 're a great musician..." she said, with watchful eyes of inquiry.