“All you want,” he said.
“No, if he says he's a comrade, he shan't pay, not a sou,” growled the old man.
“We'll see about that,” cried the old woman, drawing her breath in with an angry whistling sound.
“It's only that living's so dear nowadays,” came the girl's voice.
“Oh, I'll pay anything I've got,” said Andrews peevishly, closing his eyes again.
He lay a long while on his back without moving.
A hand shoved in between his back and the pillow roused him. He sat up. Rosaline was holding a bowl of broth in front of him that steamed in his face.
“Mange ca,” she said.
He looked into her eyes, smiling. Her rusty hair was neatly combed. A bright green parrot with a scarlet splash in its wings, balanced itself unsteadily on her shoulder, looking at Andrews out of angry eyes, hard as gems.
“Il est jaloux, Coco,” said Rosaline, with a shrill little giggle.