Late—299 put out his hand. The blind man’s groped up and found it....
5 §
“Wednesday again, is it, partner, if I’m not troublin’ you?”
“Wednesday it is.”
At the door of his house, with the ‘catch’ in a straw bag, the blind man stood a minute listening to his partner’s footsteps, then felt his way in to his horsehair sofa under the pampas grass. Putting his cold feet up under the rug, he heaved a sigh of satisfaction, and fell asleep.
Between the bare acacias and lilac-bushes of the little villas Late—299 passed on. Entering his house, he sought his study, and stretched his feet towards the fire, and the cat, smelling him fishy, sprang on to his knee.
“Philip, may I come in?”
“You may.”
“The servants have given notice. I wanted to say, wouldn’t you like to give this up and go abroad with me?”