"'That'll be 'arf a pint," said erb, always the business man.
erb, who had been a silent spectator of the fray, burst into speech.
"Lend the loan of that stick of yours, erb," he said tensely.
"'E'll 'ave a piece out of yer finger," warned erb, the suspicious.
erb abandoned his customary taciturnity and spoke words of warning.
"That'll be 'arf a pint," said erb, always the business man.
"Oh, it's a good thing Doctor erb has come," volunteered the servant girl, who was bursting for want of sympathy.
Much of what she read now was confused or so alien to erb that it had no meaning for her.
And Varta suspected that that might be so—the world of erb had not always been held by the human-kind alone.
No human on erb, this one had said, and yet were there not her own people, the ones who had built Memphir?