"Your beer," she said, and he regarded her oddly.
"What is the matter?" she said now, and regarded him inquiringly.
"I was thinking," he replied.
"Of something unusual," she ventured.
"Yes," he answered, wearily. "Of something unusual."
She observed him more closely. She saw his haggard face; his tired, worn expression, and beneath it all she caught that sad distraction that had robbed him of his composure. In some way she really wished to help him. Here was an unusual case. She,—this woman who was for sale, became seated again, and regarding him kindly she said:
"You are in trouble."
He sighed but said no word.
"In great trouble."
He sighed again, and handed her the money for the beer.