out. She had deliberated over this scene, and she came holding a little tray with an unsettled bill upon it. "Is it your bill you're wanting, sir?" she said.
"Why wasn't my breakfast laid? Why haven't you prepared my meals and answered my bell? Do you think I live without eating?"
"Why isn't my bill paid?" said Mrs. Hall. "That's what I want to know."
"I told you three days ago I was awaiting a remittance———"
"I told you two days ago I wasn't going to await no remittances. You can't grumble if your breakfast waits a bit, if my bill's been waiting these five days, can you?"
The stranger swore briefly but vividly.
"Nar, nar!" from the bar.
"And I'd thank you kindly, sir, if you'd keep your swearing to yourself, sir," said Mrs. Hall.
The stranger stood looking more like an angry diving-helmet than ever. It was universally felt in the bar that Mrs. Hall had the better of him. His next words showed as much.
"Look here, my good woman—" he began.
"Don't good woman me," said Mrs. Hall.
"I've told you my remittance hasn't come———"
"Remittance indeed!" said Mrs. Hall.
"Still, I daresay in my pocket———"
"You told me two days ago that you hadn't anything but a sovereign's worth of silver upon you———"
"Well, I've found some more———"
"'Ul-lo!" from the bar.
"I wonder where you found it!" said Mrs. Hall.
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