Yes, I am a coward." "There, there!" Heywood patted his shoulder.

"I didn't mean--Here, have a drink." The man drained the tumbler at a gulp; stood without a word, sniffing miserably; then of a sudden, as though the draught had worked, looked up bold and shrewd.
"Do you ?" he whispered.

"Do _you_ dare go to the place I show you, and hide?
You would learn." Heywood started visibly, paused, then laughed.
"Excellent," he said.

"_Tu quoque_ is good argument.

Can you smuggle me ?--Then come on." He stepped lightly across the landing, and called out, "You chaps make yourselves at home, will you?
Business, you know.
What a bore! I'll not be back till late." And as he followed the slinking form downstairs, he grumbled, "If at all, perhaps." The moon still lurked behind the ocean, making an aqueous pallor above the crouching roofs.