“Can’t. Widow of that poor fellow who was killed.”
“Oh, yes; I remember.”
“Whim of Claude’s to have her here.”
“Yes, I know. Your old servant. Well, it was a graceful act on Miss Gartram’s part.”
“Of course; but it worries me.”
“The medicine makes you feel a little irritable, perhaps.”
“No, it does not, man. It’s tonic, and I’m taking chloral, which is calming, or I don’t know what I should do.”
“Chloral?” said Glyddyr.
“Yes; curse it—and bless it. I don’t know what I should do without it. Tell you what though. You must give me some more sails in your yacht. Cuts both ways?”
“I shall be most happy.”