23/27 'Do just give him a smack on the side of the head, to please me! Sam, go an' wash, an' we'll have supper. What do you mean by being so late to-night ?' 'Where's the infant ?' asked Mr.Byass, thrusting his hands into his waistcoat pockets and peering about the room. 'Bring forth the infant! Let a fond parent look upon his child.' 'Go an' wash, or I'll throw something at you. Baby's in bed, and mind, you wake him if you dare!' Sidney would have taken his leave, but found it impossible. Mrs.Byass declared that if he would not stay to supper he should never enter the house again. |