Daddy still bent forward, his peaked wizard's face peering at his companion.
'You've been in trouble, Davy?'
'Yes, Daddy. But if you ask me questions I shall go.'
He spoke with a sudden fierce resolution.
Daddy paid no attention. He threw himself back in his chair with a long breath.
'Bedad, and I knew it, Davy! But sorrow a bit o' pity will you get out o' me, my boy—sorrow a bit!'
He lay staring at his companion with a glittering hostile look.
'By the powers!' he said presently, 'to be a gossoon of twenty again and throubled about a woman!'
David sprang up.
'Well, Daddy, I'll bid you good night! I wanted to hear something about your own affairs, which don't seem to be flourishing. But I'll wait till Miss Dora's at home.'