She sat up, wiping her eyes.
"I think it's horrid to laugh! Poor Ted!"
"Hard lines for him. Sarah's more refined than they are."
"I'm afraid he felt awfully bad, Denis. He looked so horribly grim. I'm worried about him."
"That's why you're weeping!"
She began to smile again.
"I can't help it. They were so horribly, rudely funny! Poor old Ted."
CHAPTER XXIII
"I was thinking, miss," said Sarah, "as 'ow the bit of beef would 'ash nicely."
"Beef bone, you mean, Sarah?"