“Yes, sir.”
“Do you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And yesterday? What about me? How did I seem?”
“Like one, sir,” said the miner sternly, “who had forgotten that he was a man, and drunk till he was a helpless beast.”
“And I went there like that,” thought Geoffrey. “Perhaps she saw me. And she believes all this.”
He stood there with his head feeling as if a flood had burst in upon his throbbing brain.