A deep silence followed, broken only by the guzzling and snoring of the other occupants of Dan's Place.
Suddenly Gavot got to his feet and reached for his hat. His inflamed face gave evidence of his true state.
"Back to Mastin's Point?" Longville asked, stretching himself and yawning.
"No, by heaven! but to Mam'selle Jo Morey's."
This almost staggered Longville. He was slower, surer than his wife's brother.
"But your togs," he gasped, "you're not a figure for courting."
"Courting?" Gavot laughed aloud. His drinking added impetus to every impulse and desire. "Does Mam'selle have to have her pill coated? Will she not swallow it without a question?"
"But 'tis late, Gavot——"
"And does the chaste Mam'selle keep to the early hours of better women?"
"But to-morrow—the next day," pleaded Longville, seeking to control the situation he had evolved. He feared he might be defeated by the force he had set in motion.