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Scutts out pick-a-back when he wanted to take the air, to filling his pipe for him and fetching his beer. "But I dare say you'll be up and about in a couple o' days," he concluded. "You wouldn't look so well if you'd got anything serious the matter; rosy, fat cheeks and " "That'll do," said the indignant invalid. "It's my back that's hurt, not my face." "I know," said Mr.
"What will it be like, Scutts?" we ask. "Can you move it? Can you sleep in it? Did he match your other carefully?" "You'll see," he says confidently. "It's grand." "When I get my eye...." he says, almost with the same longing with which he says "When I get into civies...." Scutts is not one of those whose life is stopped; he has made plans.
Scutts, in meditative accents, "there's the club doctor and the other gentleman that knows Bill. They might come at any moment. There's got to be two Bills in bed, so that if one party comes one Bill can nip into the back room, and if the other Bill party, I mean comes, the other Bill you know what I mean!" Mr. Scutts swore himself faint. "That's 'ow it is, mate," said Mr. Flynn.
Scutts, stammering and flushing. "Why, the pore man can't stir from his bed." "Well, I'll just peep in at the door, then," said the doctor. "I won't wake him. You can't object to that. If you do " Mrs. Scutts's head began to swim. "I'll go up and see whether he's awake," she said. She closed the door on them and stood with her hand to her throat, thinking.
The company is very generous, and although of course there is no legal obligation, they made several of them a present of a few pounds, so that they could go away for a little change, or anything of that sort, to quiet their nerves." Mr. Scutts, who had been listening with closed eyes, opened them languidly and said, "Oh."
He leaned over the bed-rail and laughed joyously. Mr. Scutts, through half-closed eyes, gazed at him in silent reproach. "I don't say that one or two people didn't receive a little bit of a shock to their nerves," said the visitor, thoughtfully. "One lady even stayed in bed next day. However, I made it all right with them.
Scutts remonstrated, but in vain, and at half-past six the invalid, with his cap over his eyes and a large scarf tied round the lower part of his face, listened for a moment at his front door and then disappeared in the fog. Left to herself, Mrs. Scutts returned to the bedroom and, poking the tiny fire into a blaze, sat and pondered over the willfulness of men.
She was awakened from a doze by a knocking at the street-door. It was just eight o'clock, and, inwardly congratulating her husband on his return to common sense and home, she went down and opened it. Two tall men in silk hats entered the room. "Mrs. Scutts?" said one of them. Mrs. Scutts, in a dazed fashion, nodded. "We have come to see your husband," said the intruder. "I am a doctor."
Scutts; "then I might be able to tell you better." He gazed wistfully at the window. It was late October, but the sun shone and the air was clear. The sound of traffic and cheerful voices ascended from the little street. To Mr. Scutts it all seemed to be a part of a distant past. "If that chap comes round to-morrow and offers me five hundred," he said, slowly, "I don't know as I won't take it.
"Good afternoon," said the invalid. The visitor, justly concerned at his lack of intelligence, took a seat on the edge of the bed and spoke to him as a friend and a brother, but in vain. Mr. Scutts reminded him at last that it was medicine-time, after which, pain and weakness permitting, he was going to try to get a little sleep.
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