"Hullo," he said feebly.
"Hullo," said Pete. Something in his brother's pitiable condition seemed to have touched him.
Albert sat up—then asked for some water.
Pete fetched a jug, which he held awkwardly to Albert's lips. Then he helped him to a chair, and began to unlace his boots.
"Stop that," shouted Reuben—"he äun't to stay here."
"You'll let me stop the night," pleaded Albert. "I'll explain things when I'm better. I can't now."
"You can go to the Cocks—I wöan't have you in my house."
"But I haven't got a penny—cleaned myself out for my railway ticket. I've walked all the way from the station, and my lungs are bad."
"Wot did you come here fur?"