“Are you there, Pete Burge?” he said.
“Yes, I’m here, master.”
“What was that you were saying to me just now?”
“Just now?” said the man wonderingly. “Well, you do go on queer, zir. That was the day afore yes’day. But I zay, you are better now, aren’t you?”
“Better? I don’t know. I thought I was drowned.”
“Poor lad!” said Pete softly; but it seemed to sting Nic.
“What do you mean by that?” he said feebly.
“Zorry for you, master.”
“Why?”
“’Cause you’ve been zo bad.”