The very courtesy of the man was an incentive to fury.
"Yes, but——"
"Not today, sir."
Parker in the doorway grinned.
"Don't smirk at me, blast you," said Richard.
Blayney nodded toward the bedroom and changed places with his companion. When Parker came out he was carrying a great pile of bedclothes.
"Here, what are you doing? Put 'em down. D'you hear me?"
"My orders were to take them away, sir."
As Laurence had said it was useless to fight against present odds.
Richard shut his teeth tight.
"Obey your orders," he said, but as the door was closing the craving for drink mastered his pride. "For God's sake," he cried, "for God's sake give me some more water. I'll give you twenty for a jug of water—honest I will—twenty——"