"Perhaps we both 'ad a drop," said Cockney.
"Quite so, quite so," agreed Candlass sadly, yet severely.
The youth who had asked for his shaving water for three mornings in succession got the length of the door, which an official held open; then he turned round.
"Rafferty!" he called.
Rafferty came back from looking into nothingness with his queer red eyes, standing apart; and the youth, putting his lips together, made a sound of contempt with them, and then dived from the place. Rafferty looked away again; one or two of the men grinned sympathetically; one or two gave a "Huh!" as who should say: "He had to do something like that!"
Mike, scratching the side of his head and pushing up his cap, had a troubled look in his eyes, glanced at the door, said something about impudence, and then turned to Scholar, who had now taken his money and received his discharge.
"You're going home then, Scholar?" he said, heavily. "Do you go far?"
"Newcastle."
"Well, well, you'd better not stop here to-night. You'll be coming back?"
"I'm not sure."