[He makes as if to clasp her about the ankles, but she puts a hand on his shoulder and pushes him gently back.]
Padie. You've been very kind to a wanderer—from Arizony. Don't spoil it. Good-night!
Hank [turning about, mutters]. Good-night.
[He clatters loudly down the stairs as Lon reënters, studying a newspaper. Lon seats himself, still absorbed. Hank favors him with a glare of positive hatred.]
Hank [with a sneer]. All fixed fer the night, eh?
Lon [grunting]. G'night.
Hank. Well, I hope you like this country better'n Arizony.
Lon [starting out of the news]. The hell you say!
Hank. Your wife was wishing herself back there.
Lon [settling back to his paper and bottle]. Well, that's where she come from. I don't. Women allus want what they ain't got.