Baldwin.
No, sir; I couldn’t tell yer that, sir. I reely couldn’t.
(He guffaws again.)
Michael.
Have you been drinking, Baldwin?
Baldwin.
Me, sir? Drinking? ’Pon me honour, sir, I ain’t touched a drop o’ that whisky. It’s mortal ’ard, sir, that a man o’ my years should be tole ’e’s in liquor twice in one evenin’! An’ me teetotal ’cept for me pint o’ four-’arf at dinner an’ supper and a drop o’ somethin’ on Saturday night.
Michael.
Do you know the day of the week, Baldwin?
Baldwin.