“I’ve kept them out of four fights,” Edna said. “You’ve got to help me.”
Bill’s face was red.
“Come back in, Edna,” he said. “Go on in there and dance with Mike.”
“It’s silly,” Edna said. “There’ll just be another row.”
“Damned Biarritz swine,” Bill said.
“Come on,” Mike said. “After all, it’s a pub. They can’t occupy a whole pub.”
“Good old Mike,” Bill said. “Damned English swine come here and insult Mike and try and spoil the fiesta.”
“They’re so bloody,” Mike said. “I hate the English.”
“They can’t insult Mike,” Bill said. “Mike is a swell fellow. They can’t insult Mike. I won’t stand it. Who cares if he is a damn bankrupt?” His voice broke.
“Who cares?” Mike said. “I don’t care. Jake doesn’t care. Do you care?”