“No, sir; but—”
To stop him I had to say: “And, ah, William, your wife is a little better. She has eaten the tapioca—all of it.”
“How can your know, sir?”
“By an accident.”
“Jenny signed to the window?”
“No.”
“Then you saw her, and went out, and—”
“Nonsense!”
“Oh, sir, to do that for me! May God bl—”
“William!”