This bubbly stuff never did agree with me and I had a good go at it
last night."
Maud filled up his glass, nevertheless, touched it with her own, and
drank, looking at him all the time with an expression in her eyes upon
which she was wont to rely.
"Take me out to-night, dear," she whispered. "I feel just like having a
good time to-night. Do!"
Burton suddenly threw his glass upon the floor. The wine ran across the
carpet in a little stream. Splinters of the glass lay about in all
directions. They all three looked at him, transfixed.
"I am sorry," he said.
He turned and walked out of the room. They were all too astonished to
stop him. They heard him cross the bar-room and they heard the door
close as he passed into the street.
"Of all the extraordinary things!" Maud declared.
"Well, I never!" Milly gasped.
"If Mr. Burton calls that behaving like a gentleman--" Maud continued,
in a heated manner--Mr. Waddington patted her on the shoulder.
"Hush, hush, my dear!" he said. "Between ourselves, Burton has been
going it a bit lately. There's no doubt that he's had a drop too much
to drink this afternoon. Don't take any notice of him. He'll come
round all right. I can understand what's the matter with him.
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