“’Cause I arn’t afraid o’ the dark,” grumbled the old man. “Candles is candles, and costs money; don’t they? Nobody gives me candles.”
“Well, are you ready?”
“Ready? What for?”
“No nonsense, man. I’m not to be trifled with.”
“Humph!” growled Moredock. “Brought that physic?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Give’s a drop, now. I’m about beat out. Hard work to-day.”
North took a bottle from his pocket and set it on the table.
“Get a light, and you shall take a dose,” he said.
“Nay; I want no light. I can see to do all I want without a light.”