Davy heaved up to his feet. “What’s the use of thinking of the like of that?” he cried. “My money’s mine, I baked for it out in that oven. Now I’m spending it, and what for shouldn’t I? Here goes—healths apiece!”
Next day Lovibond and Jenny Crow met on the pier. There they pondered the ticklish situation of their friends, and every word they said on it was pointed and punctuated by a sense of their own relations.
“It’s plain that the good fools love each other,” said Jenny.
“Quite plain,” said Lovibond.
“Heigho! It’s mad work being angry with somebody you are dying to love,” said Jenny.
“Colney Hatch is nothing to it,” said Lovibond.
“Smaller things have parted people for years,” said Jenny.
“Yes; five years,” said Lovibond.
“The longer apart the wider the breach, and the harder to cover it,” said Jenny.
“Just so,” said Lovibond.