“Give me back my shilling. I won it fair,” persisted Jamie.
Then Judith, distressed, interfered. “Jamie, dear! what do you mean? You have no shilling owing to you.”
“I have! I have!” screamed the boy. “I won it fair of that man there, because I made a rabbit, and he took it from me again.”
“Hallucinations,” said Jukes.
“Quite so,” said Vokins.
“Give me my shilling. It is a cheat!” cried Jamie, now suddenly roused into one of his fits of passion.
Judith caught him by the arm, and endeavored to pacify him.
“Let go, Ju! I will have my shilling. That man took it away. He is a cheat, a thief. Give me my shilling.”
“I am afraid he is excitable,” said Vokins.
“Like all irrational beings,” answered Jukes. “I’ll make a note. Rising out of hallucinations.”