"Don't you wyste no time, mister, but 'op it quick," she interrupted, giving him a push forward.
"But I don't know where I am," he replied.
"Dunno w'ere you are!... Well, of course, you look like that! You're in Bermondsey, mister, an' if you tyke my advice you'll go 'ome an' sty 'ome. People like you didden ought to be let out alone! You go 'ome to your mother, sir! The first turnin' on the right'll bring you to the trams...."
He did as she told him, hurrying away from the dark street as quickly as he could. He was trembling. Every nerve in his body seemed to be strained, and his eyes had the tired feel they always had when he was deeply agitated.
"My God," he said, "what an ass I was to do that!"
7
Gilbert and Roger were sitting together when he got home.
"Hilloa, Quinny!" Gilbert exclaimed as he looked at Henry's white face. "What have you been up to?"
He told them of his adventure in Bermondsey.
"You do do some damn funny things, Quinny!" said Gilbert, going to the sideboard and getting out the whisky. "Here, have a drop of this stuff. You look completely pipped!"