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"
He
was
,
sir
.
And
no
laughing
matter
to
them
as
had
the
doing
for
him
,
as
I
had
--
my
sister
being
took
up
with
her
little
ones
so
much
.
There
was
bandages
to
do
,
sir
,
and
bandages
to
undo
.
So
that
if
I
may
make
so
bold
as
to
say
it
,
sir
--
"
"
Will
you
get
me
some
matches
?
"
said
the
visitor
,
quite
abruptly
.
"
My
pipe
is
out
.
"
Mrs.
Hall
was
pulled
up
suddenly
.
It
was
certainly
rude
of
him
,
after
telling
him
all
she
had
done
.
She
gasped
at
him
for
a
moment
,
and
remembered
the
two
sovereigns
.
She
went
for
the
matches
.
"
Thanks
,
"
he
said
concisely
,
as
she
put
them
down
,
and
turned
his
shoulder
upon
her
and
stared
out
of
the
window
again
.
It
was
altogether
too
discouraging
.
Evidently
he
was
sensitive
on
the
topic
of
operations
and
bandages
.
She
did
not
"
make
so
bold
as
to
say
,
"
however
,
after
all
.
But
his
snubbing
way
had
irritated
her
,
and
Millie
had
a
hot
time
of
it
that
afternoon
.
The
visitor
remained
in
the
parlour
until
four
o'clock
,
without
giving
the
ghost
of
an
excuse
for
an
intrusion
.
For
the
most
part
he
was
quite
still
during
that
time
;
it
would
seem
he
sat
in
the
growing
darkness
smoking
in
the
firelight
--
perhaps
dozing
.
Once
or
twice
a
curious
listener
might
have
heard
him
at
the
coals
,
and
for
the
space
of
five
minutes
he
was
audible
pacing
the
room
.
He
seemed
to
be
talking
to
himself
.
Then
the
armchair
creaked
as
he
sat
down
again
.
At
four
o'clock
,
when
it
was
fairly
dark
and
Mrs.
Hall
was
screwing
up
her
courage
to
go
in
and
ask
her
visitor
if
he
would
take
some
tea
,
Teddy
Henfrey
,
the
clock-jobber
,
came
into
the
bar
.
"
My
sakes
!
Mrs.
Hall
,
"
said
he
,
"
but
this
is
terrible
weather
for
thin
boots
!
"
The
snow
outside
was
falling
faster
.
Mrs.
Hall
agreed
,
and
then
noticed
he
had
his
bag
with
him
.
"
Now
you
're
here
,
Mr.
Teddy
,
"
said
she
,
"
I
'd
be
glad
if
you
'd
give
th
'
old
clock
in
the
parlour
a
bit
of
a
look
.
'T
is
going
,
and
it
strikes
well
and
hearty
;
but
the
hour-hand
wo
n't
do
nuthin
'
but
point
at
six
.
"
And
leading
the
way
,
she
went
across
to
the
parlour
door
and
rapped
and
entered
.
Her
visitor
,
she
saw
as
she
opened
the
door
,
was
seated
in
the
armchair
before
the
fire
,
dozing
it
would
seem
,
with
his
bandaged
head
drooping
on
one
side
.
The
only
light
in
the
room
was
the
red
glow
from
the
fire
--
which
lit
his
eyes
like
adverse
railway
signals
,
but
left
his
downcast
face
in
darkness
--
and
the
scanty
vestiges
of
the
day
that
came
in
through
the
open
door
.
Everything
was
ruddy
,
shadowy
,
and
indistinct
to
her
,
the
more
so
since
she
had
just
been
lighting
the
bar
lamp
,
and
her
eyes
were
dazzled
.
But
for
a
second
it
seemed
to
her
that
the
man
she
looked
at
had
an
enormous
mouth
wide
open
--
a
vast
and
incredible
mouth
that
swallowed
the
whole
of
the
lower
portion
of
his
face
.
It
was
the
sensation
of
a
moment
:
the
white-bound
head
,
the
monstrous
goggle
eyes
,
and
this
huge
yawn
below
it
.
Then
he
stirred
,
started
up
in
his
chair
,
put
up
his
hand
.
She
opened
the
door
wide
,
so
that
the
room
was
lighter
,
and
she
saw
him
more
clearly
,
with
the
muffler
held
up
to
his
face
just
as
she
had
seen
him
hold
the
serviette
before
.
The
shadows
,
she
fancied
,
had
tricked
her
.
