“Oh, very well. Play policeman, eh, and keep t’other fellow off. I see your little game. Cheerful for me, though, all the same.”
“Help me to get rid of that lawyer; I don’t want him hanging about.—Gellow.”
“Well?”
“Why didn’t I insist upon going over to Paris or Baden as soon as we were married?”
“How should I know? I suppose I may light a cigar now. Your wife won’t object?”
“It was her doing,” said Glyddyr thoughtfully. “She insisted on staying.”
“No, you don’t. If I’m to play policeman, no more drink, or very little, do you have to-day.”
Gellow drew the bottle farther away again, and Glyddyr threw himself back in his chair and began gnawing his nails.
“Ugh!”
“What’s the matter now?” said Gellow, as Glyddyr shuddered.