“Ah, the sweet creature has had a terrible time of it!” said Lovibond, lying back and looking up at the ceiling.
“I lave it with you,” said Davy, charging his pipe afresh as a signal of his neutrality.
“He must have led her a fearful life,” continued Lovibond.
Davy lit up, and puffed vigorously.
“It would appear,” said Lovibond, “that though she is so like a lady, she is entirely dependent upon her husband.”
“Well, well,” said Davy, between puff and puff.
“He didn’t forget that either, for he seems to have taunted her with her poverty.”
A growl, like an oath half smothered by smoke, came from Davy.
“Indeed, that was the cause of quarrel.”
“She did well to lave him,” said Davy, watching the coils of his smoke going upward.