AT SEA VIEW, SUNDERING ON SEA
After a long interval he sighed deeply and repeated: "Why?"
He made a fitful effort to assume a more comfortable position, and relapsed at last into his former attitude of brooding despondency.
When presently his landlady came in to lay the table for lunch, an almost imperceptible wincing alone betrayed his sense of the threatening swish and emphasis of her movements. She was manifestly heated by cooking, and a smell of burned potatoes had drifted in with her appearance. She was a meagre little woman with a resentful manner, glasses pinched her sharp red nose, and as she spread out the grey-white diaper and rapped down the knives and forks in their places she glanced at him darkly as if his inattention aggrieved her. Twice she was moved to speak and did not do so, but at length she could endure his indifference no longer. "Still feeling ill I suppose, Mr. 'Uss?" she said, in the manner of one who knows only too well what the answer will be.
He started at the sound of her voice, and gave her his attention as if with an effort. "I beg your pardon, Mrs. Croome?"
The landlady repeated with acerbity, "I arst if you was still feeling ill, Mr. 'Uss."
He did not look at her when he replied, but glanced towards her out of the corner of his eyes. "Yes," he said. "Yes, Iam. I am afraid I am ill." She made a noise of unfriendly confirmation that brought his face round to her. "But mind you, Mrs. Croome, I don't want Mrs. Huss worried about it. She has enough to trouble her just now. Quite enough."
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