His guys are Archy, an African-American bassist who returned from the Gulf, who meets Nat, a white aficionado of vinyl.
Archy stepped back to the door listening, but there was not a sound.
He ought to have joined in the laugh, and rewarded Archy on the spot for so good a witticism.
"Waur he canna be," muttered Sir Archy, with a significance that gave the words a very equivocal meaning.
“I am not going to be dictated to, Maggie, by mother or you,” exclaimed Archy.
He had some difficulty in identifying himself with the man who had gone ashore with Archy Bates that evening.
“No; Nanny Clousta was out, and no one was passing at the time,” answered Archy.
Archy Hawkins said: “How long did you have to wait on the front steps, Pony, dear?”
Max went out, and Archy fell asleep, with his head on the table.
Sir Archy, who felt in the scene a direct acknowledgment of his appeal to Heaven, drew closer to the window, and listened.