"That remains to be seen. I doubt it. Ask Tom to step up."
Susan went out with dignity.
Tomlin had been to a banquet the night before, and bore the signs of intemperance in eating and drinking upon his large mottled face. He greeted Quinney sulkily, unable to purge his mind of the conviction that Soho Square ought to come to Bond Street. He asked thickly:
"Ever suffer from indigestion?"
"Never."
"I do," said Tomlin gloomily. He added with finality: "Port, even the best, atop o' bubbly wine is a mistake after fifty. What you want me for, young Joe?"
"Glad I look young, Tom. I don't feel it this morning."
Tomlin stared at him.
"Blest if you ain't made a night of it, too."
"Here's something to cheer us up."