window and peers out. Benn pours hot water on the tea. His expression suggests both pity for Linton, and anxiety for his departure.)
Linton.—You could cut it with a knife. The lights are on now. You never saw such a blurry-looking mess of a night. An awful night to—
Benn.—'Ere's your tea. (He hands him the cup and, while Linton drinks he goes himself to the window and looks out.)
Linton (sardonically).—Well, what do you make of it?
Benn.—It ain't inviting but—I've seen worse. Anyw'y, you know wot she said last night. And, after you'd put your coat on and gone out she kept at it for an hour or more in bed.
(A whistle sounds hoarsely in the distance through the heavy air. Both men start like criminals. Linton gulps the last of his tea and sets the cup down with a shaking hand. Benn
(A whistle sounds hoarsely in the distance through the heavy air. Both men start like criminals. Linton gulps the last of his tea and sets the cup down with a shaking hand. Benn
