"English!" commented Ethan, involuntarily, as the door closed.
"Australian," corrected the sick man.
"She's rather neglected you lately," remarked Gano, as a kind of apology for the unmistakable bulginess of his pockets.
He unloaded on the rickety table.
"I say, why do you bring all that truck in here?" Driscoll demanded, ungraciously.
"You keep quiet! You've got to have somebody to do your marketing for you, I suppose. I thought your Australian friend had thrown up the post."
"So she had," grumbled the invalid. "Women are damned selfish."
"Well, they repent sometimes; there's that in their favor."
Gano set about making coffee.