Harry. I can't hang about here till morning. Got no money to get a bed. Not a cent. But why won't to-day do?
Bessie. Because you've been too long away.
Harry (With force). Look here, they fairly drove me out. Poor mother nagged at me for being idle, and the old man said he would cut my soul out of my body rather than let me go to sea.
Bessie (Murmurs). He can bear no contradicting.
Harry (Continuing). Well, it looked as tho' he would do it too. So I went. (Moody.) It seems to me sometimes I was born to them by a mistake... in that other rabbit hutch of a house.
Bessie (A little mocking). And where do you think you ought to have been born by rights?
Harry. In the open—upon a beach—on a windy night.
Bessie (Faintly). Ah!
Harry. They were characters, both of them, by George! Shall I try the door?
Bessie. Wait. I must explain to you why it is to-morrow.