“I wasn’t thinking of anything in particular,” he said. “I have endured a difficult journey, that is all, and I am very tired.” Behind him one of the billiard players made a shot: a doubled crack, a velvet plop, a ripple of appreciation from the other players. The clergyman shook out his paper noisily; another man coughed; another struck the dust from his shirtsleeve, and shifted in his chair.
It seems like theyre all giving Balfour a cue to get rid of him
