"Oh," said Moore, in sudden interest, "what were they talking about?"
"Curst 'f I know now," said the dramatist, blankly, all recollection of the important information he had to convey suddenly obliterated.
Moore immediately waxed anxious.
"Think, Sherry, think!"
"I 'm too drunk to do anything but--"
"But what?"
"--but drink some more drinksh."
"Sit down here now and take things easily," urged Moore, resolved to learn what had weighed so heavily upon the old gentleman's mind.
"I 'm ver' thirsty," observed Sheridan, thoughtfully. "Go' lump on m' head, Tommy. Ver' dis'oblegin' window, most inconsid'rate. Almost scalped ven'rable author of 'Schoo' f'r Scan'al.'"
"Now there are only two subjects on which Sir Percival could converse that would interest me in the least, Sherry."