“You’ll not be very well sir?”
No, I’m not.”
“What’s t’ matter wi’ you?”
This second question was rude and fierce with suspicion: the real woman rang out in it, yet its effect on me was astonishng: once again was I inspired to turn my slip into a move.
“Matter?” I cried. “Can’t you see what’s the matter; couldn’t you see when I came in? Drink’s the matter! I came in drunk, and now I’m mad. I can’t stand it; I’m not
“You’ll not be very well sir?”
No, I’m not.”
“What’s t’ matter wi’ you?”
This second question was rude and fierce with suspicion: the real woman rang out in it, yet its effect on me was astonishng: once again was I inspired to turn my slip into a move.
“Matter?” I cried. “Can’t you see what’s the matter; couldn’t you see when I came in? Drink’s the matter! I came in drunk, and now I’m mad. I can’t stand it; I’m not
