“What an evening!”
“Let them get out of hearing, Jack.”
“Worse than ever! My God, he’d turn the milk sour! And I thought liquor might make him possible. He drank quite a lot.”
“Only a few days now, and then!...”
“Do you agree with mother that he doesn’t mean it, Mabel?”
“Oh, yes, I do.”
“The way he sits and smiles! Why doesn’t he get himself a desert to smile in?”
“Perhaps he does....”
4 §
“’Ere you are!” said the blind man. “Best I can do under the circs. ’Ad a bit o’ trouble with the cross; got it too ’eavy, I’m afraid; but thought you’d rather carry it.”