One hand was gloved, and a cane lay across his knees.

His attitude was one of relaxed muscles, his legs very far apart, his body not quite straight.
'What d' you call sober, I'd like to know ?' he replied, with looseness of utterance.

'I'm as sober 's anybody in this room.

If a chap can't go out with 's friends 't Easter an' all-- ?' 'Easter, indeed! It's getting to be a regular thing, Saturday and Sunday.

Get up and go to bed! I'll have my say out with you in the morning, young man.' 'Go to bed!' repeated the lad with scorn.