“Right, sir. Do a lot more if old Gee’s wife wasn’t there, sir.”
“Humph!” ejaculated Roberts, with his hand involuntarily busy rubbing his back. “By the way, Gedge, have you noticed anything particular about Mr Bracy when you’ve been with him?”
“No, sir. Oh yus, sir; I know what you mean.”
“Ha!” cried Roberts. “You have noticed it?”
“Oh yus. You mean those fits o’ the blue dumps as he has.”
“Well—er—yes,” said Roberts.
“Yus, sir; he has them bad. Gets a sort o’ idee in his head as he’ll never be all right again.”
“Yes, yes; all weakness.”
“Jest what I telled him, sir. ‘Look ye here, sir,’ I says; ‘see how you bled that day ’fore I could stop it. Yer can’t expect to be strong as you was till you gets filled up again.’”
“Of course not,” assented Roberts.