sausages. He places these on a plate, arranging them in an effort to make them appear as a hearty meal. Linton watches him eagerly between his fingers.)
Benn (setting the plate on the table before Linton).—It's not much but it'll stay you.
Linton (falling to).—Thanks. I don't suppose there's a drop in the bottle.
Benn.—Oh, I forgot. (he hesitates and then adds, uncomfortably). There is a drop in the bottle but she said this morning that she 'ad a mind to mix 'erself a good 'ot toddy to-night and see if it would drive the cold out of 'er.
Linton.—I'm glad she's going to do that. She doesn't half take care of herself. It would be a very bad thing if she got down sick.
Benn.—Pretty bad for us, eh?
(They look at each other and laugh rather shamefacedly.)
(They look at each other and laugh rather shamefacedly.)
