his watch, unwound

largely spent buckling about

two windblown girls

not related to night and day

not hot water

at once forgot him

gray pills

sound of sobbing

as Mrs. Scarfield

brandy and Créme de Menthe mixed

silent with shame

our of his deep chair

Dutch perhaps

 

they it was

duty to spread alarm

a glass of gin and bitters

husky, emotional male applause

awake now

 

‘what rules, whose’

Mr. Pinfold held his peach

as cold as ever