"We've had enough." But Jim would not move.
Robert went with the bicycle lamp and stood at Aaron's side.
"Shall I show you a light to the road--you're off your track," he said.
"You're in the grounds of Shottle House." "I can find my road," said Aaron.

"Thank you." Jim suddenly got up and went to peer at the stranger, poking his face close to Aaron's face.
"Right-o," he replied.

"You're not half a bad sort of chap--Cheery-o! What's your drink ?" "Mine--whiskey," said Aaron.
"Come in and have one.

We're the only sober couple in the bunch--what ?" cried Jim.
Aaron stood unmoving, static in everything.

Jim took him by the arm affectionately.