"You don't seem very glad to see me," said Stephen, scowling.
"You don't seem very glad to see me," said Stephen, scowling.
"I should be more glad to see you if your habits were good, Stephen," said Mrs. Palmer, gravely.
"Who says—hic—that my habits ain't good? Show me the man; that's all I want. Show him to me, I say. If it's Paul, I'll let him know who I am," said Stephen, belligerently.
"I don't need any one to tell me, Stephen. Your appearance is sufficient to show that you have been drinking."
"All gentlemen drink, mother. It's good for the health. I ain't one of your sneaking 'Sons of Temperance.' I know how to behave, I want you to understand. I'm a gentleman, I am."
"Gentlemen don't stagger when they walk, and talk thick as you do, Stephen."
"You needn't lecture me any more, Mrs. Palmer—don't you hear?" said Stephen, becoming irritated.
"When I come in of an evenin' to make a neighborly call, you might treat me different. Have you had supper?"