"Teddy mustn't 'ave any," he said, sharply, as she prepared to fill that
gentleman's glass.
"Just 'alf a glass," she said, winsomely.
"Not a drop," said Mr. Wilks, firmly.
Mrs. Silk hesitated, and screwing up her forehead glanced significantly
at her son. "'Ave some by-and-by," she whispered.
"Give me the jug," said Mr. Silk, indignantly. "What are you listening
to 'im for? Can't you see what's the matter with 'im?"
"Not to 'ave it," said Mr. Wilks; "put it 'ere."
He thumped the table emphatically with his hand, and before her indignant
son could interfere Mrs. Silk had obeyed. It was the last straw. Mr.
Edward Silk rose to his feet with tremendous effect and, first thrusting
his plate violently away from him, went out into the night, slamming the
door behind him with such violence that the startled Mr. Wilks was nearly
blown out of his chair.
"He don't mean nothing," said Mrs. Silk, turning a rather scared face to
the steward. "'E's a bit jealous of you, I s'pose."
Mr. Wilks shook his head. Truth to tell, he was rather at a loss to know
exactly what had happened.
"And then there's 'is love affair," sighed Mrs.
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