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"No offence, sir, I 'ope?" "None at all, Mr. Brimberly pray calm yourself and er take a little brandy." "Sir?" "Your glass is under the chair yonder, or is it your friend's?" Mr. Brimberly goggled toward Mr.
"But a wooden leg " began Mr. Stevens dubiously. "I said 'limb', sir!" said Mr. Brimberly, his whiskers distinctly agitated, "a cork limb, sir! And Lord bless me, a cork limb ain't to be sniffed at contemptuous when it brings haffluence with it, sir! At least, my sentiments leans that way." "Oh ditto, certainly, sir!
But on came the singing footmen and passed full-tongued, wailing out each word with due effect, thus: " my sweet 'eart's me mother The best the dearest of 'em all." "Hum!" murmured Young R., "I admire the sentiment, Brimberly, but the execution leaves something to be desired, perhaps " "If you'll only let me go out to 'em, sir!" groaned Mr.
"The key of the note dominant, Brim." Mr. Brimberly stared and felt for his whisker. "Oh, well, just whistle a couple o' bars." "Bars," said Mr. Brimberly, shaking his head, "bars, sir, is things wherewith I do not 'old; bars are the 'aunt of the 'umble 'erd, sir " "No, no, Brim," explained Mr. Stevens, "Jenk merely means you to 'um the air." "Ah, to be sure, now I appre'end!
"In a word, Brimberly," pursued his master, seating himself upon the escritoire and swinging his leg, "I want some old clothes, shabby clothes moth-eaten, stained, battered, and torn. Also a muffler and an old hat. Can you find me some?" "No, sir, I don't that is, yessir, I do. Hexcuse me, sir 'arf a moment, sir." Saying which, Mr.
"Ah, to be sure one of the hunder gardeners as I put on three or four weeks ago." "Yes, please, sir." "Little girl, what are you a-doin' in that garden? Why are you wandering in the vicinity of this mansion?" "Please, I'm looking for Hermy." "'Ermy?" repeated Mr. Brimberly, "'Ermy? Wot kind of creater may that be? Is it a dog? Is it a cat? Wot is it?" "It's only my Princess Nobody, sir!"
'Eavens and earth a winder ow? Where? Wot for?" "Say, mister," said Spike, breaking in upon Mr. Brimberly's astounded questioning, "is he nutty?" And he jerked his thumb toward the door through which Mr. Ravenslee had gone. "Nutty!" said Mr. Brimberly, staring. "Yes I mean is he batty? Has he got wheels?" "W'eels?" said Mr. Brimberly, his eyes rounder than usual.
Brimberly bowed himself out, but immediately bowed himself in again. "Sir," said he, "if you could give me some hidea, sir " "Some what?" "A few 'ints, sir, as to the nature of said hobject whether animal, mineral, or nooter, sir?" "Well perhaps 'animal' might be the more interesting." "Now as to gender, sir masculine shall we say, or shall we make it feminine?" "Oh either will do!
Mr. Brimberly obeyed, and being much agitated dropped his cigar and grovelled for it, and it was to be noted thereafter that as the singers drew nearer, he shuffled on his chair with whiskers violently a-twitch, while his eyes goggled more and his domelike brow grew ever moister.
Brimberly, "we 'ave enough port in our cellars to drownd every sorrer an' care in Noo York City. I'm proud of our port, sir, and I'm reckoned a bit of a connysoor " "Ah, it takes a eddicated palate to appreciate good port!" nodded Mr. Jenkins loftily, "a eddicated palate what?" "Cert'nly!" added Mr.
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