As he went by one or two of them said: “Good-night, sir.”
“We shall ’ave to step out if you don’t mind, sir,” said the man who accompanied him now. “They told me there was no time to lose.”
“Why did you leave it so late?” asked Philip, as he quickened his pace.
He glanced at the fellow as they passed a lamp-post.
“You look awfully young,” he said.
“I’m turned eighteen, sir.”
He was fair, and he had not a hair on his face, he looked no more than a boy; he was short, but thick set.
“You’re young to be married,” said Philip.
“We ’ad to.”
“How much d’you earn?”