And there's no cream.' 'I'll excuse anything,' said the lady, 'I'm so glad to be here!' 'Well, I'm glad to see you too,' said Mr.Van Torp, giving her the cup.

'Crackers?
I'll see if there're any in the cupboard.

I forgot.' He went to the corner again and found a small tin of biscuits, which he opened and examined under gaslight.
'Mouldy,' he observed.

'Weevils in them, too.Sorry.Does it matter much ?' 'Nothing matters,' answered the lady, sweet and low.

'But why do you put them away if they are bad?
It would be better to burn them and be done with it.' He was taking the box back to the cupboard.
'I suppose you're right,' he said reluctantly.