"Oh, if you're put off as easily as all that——"
She was intolerable. She seemed to think he was only going because she'd shamed him into it.
That evening he sang:
"'What are you doing all the day, Rendal, my son?
What are you doing all the day, my pretty one?'"
He understood that song now.
"'What will you leave to your lover, Rendal, my son?
What will you leave to your lover, my pretty one?
A rope to hang her, mother,
A rope to hang her, mother….'"
"Go it, Col-Col!" Out on the terrace Queenie laughed her harsh, cruel laugh.
"'For I'm sick to my heart and I fain would lie down.'"
"'I'm sick to my heart and I fain would lie down,'" Queenie echoed, with clipped words, mocking him.
He hated Queenie.