It feels like death!
(Fumbles for match-box)
Here, fool, give me a light!
Light, can’t yer? Ah, what’s that, what’s that, what’s that?
Who are yer? What for are you lying there?
Get up! Get up! What makes ’e be so cold?
So clammed?
(Strikes a light)
What the,—! My wife! It be my wife!
Wife! Don’t ’e hear me? It be I, come back,