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He called twice a week, regularly, and borrowed two shillings 'until next Monday. Then one day that greasy ruffian, Bilger, junior, came into the Evening News office, full of tears and colonial beer, and said that his poor father was dead, and that his mother thought I might perhaps lend her a pound to help bury him. I am afraid my face belied my words.
Old Bilger wrote me a note expressing his sorrow that his son quite innocently had given me offence; also he regretted to hear that my servant had left me. Mrs Bilger, he added, was quite grieved, and would do her best to send some 'likely girls' over. 'If none of them suited, Mrs Bilger would be delighted to come and assist my sister in the mornings.
A "bilger" is one who is dropped from the service, or who is turned back to the class below. "I judged that there was some trouble coming sir," Dave confessed, "and I did the best that I could. It was good luck on my part that I was able to be of service to you." "Good luck, eh?" retorted Midshipman Trotter. "Third class men, fall in!" As the "youngsters" lined up Mr.
As it is, you have placed me in a most unpleasant position; I had told him that he could let his younger brothers and sisters come and weed the paddock, and 'Why not invite the whole Bilger family to come and live on the premises? I began, when Kate interrupted me by saying that if I was going to be violent she would leave me. Then she sailed out with an injured expression of countenance.
A love of fine clothes he shared with all the best of his kind, and he visited Mr Bilger the jeweller who arrested him magnificently arrayed. He wore a black coat and waistcoat, blue pantaloons, Hessian boots, and a hat 'in the extreme of the newest fashion. He was also resplendent with gold watch and eye-glass. His hair was powdered, and a fawney sparkled on his dexter fam.
She wore that look of resigned martyrdom peculiar to women who have something unpleasant to say. 'Mary has given me notice of course. 'Why "of course!" Kate rose with an air of outraged dignity. 'Servants don't like to be bullied and sworn at not white servants, anyway. You can't expect the girl to stay. She's a very good girl, and I'm sure that that young man Bilger was doing no harm.
Mr Bilger, junior, presently followed her into the kitchen. I went after him and ordered him out. Mary was leaning against the dresser, biting her nails and looking at me viciously. He stood up as I passed, and said politely that it looked like rain. I requested him to make a visit to Sheol, and passed on. In the afternoon my sister called upon me at the Evening News office.
Kate, instead of meeting me as usual at the gate, was cooking dinner, looking hot and resigned, I dined alone, Kate saying coldly that she did not care about eating anything. The only other remark she made that evening was that 'Mary had cried very bitterly when she left. I said, 'The useless, fat beast! The Curse of Bilger rested upon me for quite three months.
'Don't be so horrid. He doesn't want payment for it. But, of course, I shall pay his fare each way. Mary says he's such a willing young man. In the morning I saw Mr Edward Bilger, helping Mary. He was a fat-faced, greasy-looking youth, with an attempted air of hang-dog respectability, and with 'loafer' writ large on his forehead. I stepped over to him and said, 'Now, look here.
A death in the family brought about my fatal acquaintance with Bilger. He carried an ancient umbrella, the tack lashings of which on one side had given way entirely, showing six bare ribs. As he walked up the path, his large, sodden boots made a nasty, squelching sound, and my sister, who has a large heart, at once said, 'Poor creature; I wonder who he is.
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