"Isn't there something we could do to while the time away ?" Everybody suddenly laughed--it sounded so remote and absurd.
"What, play bridge or poker or something conventional of that sort ?" said Josephine in her distinct voice, speaking to him as if he were a child.
"Oh, damn bridge," said Jim in his sleep-voice.

Then he began pulling his powerful length together.

He sat on the edge of his chair-seat, leaning forward, peering into all the faces and grinning.
"Don't look at me like that--so long--" said Josephine, in her self-contained voice.

"You make me uncomfortable." She gave an odd little grunt of a laugh, and the tip of her tongue went over her lips as she glanced sharply, half furtively round the room.
"I like looking at you," said Jim, his smile becoming more malicious.
"But you shouldn't, when I tell you not," she returned.
Jim twisted round to look at the state of the bottles.

The father also came awake.