"Faugh! St.
Vincent! I have defiled my mouth with your name!" And she spat again.
"Come in." At the summons Matt McCarthy pulled the latch-string, pushed the door open, and closed it carefully behind him.
"Oh, it is you!" St.Vincent regarded his visitor with dark abstraction, then, recollecting himself, held out his hand.

"Why, hello, Matt, old man.

My mind was a thousand miles away when you entered.

Take a stool and make yourself comfortable.

There's the tobacco by your hand.