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Now here again, perhaps because of the look or something in Young R.'s tone, Mr. Brimberly took occasion to emit a small, apologetic cough. "You have never felt yourself to be a cumberer of the earth, Brimberly?" Mr. Brimberly, having thought the matter over, decided that he had not. "You are not given to introspection, Brimberly?" "Intro ahem!
Brimberly with dignified deliberation, "I repeat as you are a very low, vulgar little feller!" The Old Un clenched his fists. "Right-o!" he nodded cheerily. "That's done it! F' that I'm a-goin' t' punch ye in th' perishin' eye-'ole!" And he advanced upon the points of his toes, shoulders hunched, and head viciously outthrust. "My word!" exclaimed Mr.
"Brimberly," said he, "it is now very nearly two o'clock." "Very late, sir oh, very late, sir indeed, I was in the very hact of goin' to bed, sir I'd even unbuttoned my waistcoat, sir, when you rang two o'clock, sir dear me, a most un-'oly hour, sir " "Consequently, Brimberly, I am thinking of taking a little outing " "Certingly, sir oh, certingly!" "And I want some other clothes "
Brimberly ponderously, "I'm reether inclined to think I made it a D if it wasn't D it was F nat'ral. But if it's all the same to you, I'll accompany myself at the piano-forty." "What," exclaimed Mr. Stevens, emptying and refilling his glass, seeing which Mr. Jenkins did the same, "what do you play, Brim?" "By hear, sir only by hear," said Mr.
Brimberly, "comfortable, and I ventur' to think, tasteful, sir, for I'll admit young Ravenslee though a millionaire and young 'as taste. Observe this costly bricky-brack! Oh, yes, young Har is a man of taste indoobitably, I think you must admit." "Very much so indeed, sir!" answered Mr. Stevens with his pallid glance on the array of bottles. "'Three Star, I think, Mr. Brimberly?"
Brimberly opened the door and bowed himself into the room; his attitude was deferential as always, his smile as respectful, but, beholding Spike, his round eyes grew rounder and his whiskers slightly bristly. "Ah, Brimberly," nodded his master, "you are not in bed yet good!" "No, sir," answered Mr. Brimberly, "I'm not in bed yet, sir, but when you rang I was in the very hact, sir "
Brimberly, having watched her out of sight, emptied his glass and took up his cigar, but, finding it had gone out, flung it away. Then he sighed and, sinking back among his cushions, closed his eyes, and was soon snoring blissfully. But by and by Mr.
"And I'm neither mad, Brimberly, nor drunk, only speaking colloquially I'm 'on to' myself at last. If my father had only left me fewer millions, I might have been quite a hard-working, useful member of society, for there's good in me, Brimberly. I am occasionally aware of quite noble impulses, but they need some object to bring 'em out. An object hum!" Here Mr. Ravenslee put away the revolver.
No, sir, not precisely 'ardly that, sir, and then only very occasional, sir!" "Then you've never got on to yourself got wise to yourself seen yourself as you really are?" Mr. Brimberly goggled and groped for his whisker. "I mean," pursued his master, "you have never seen all your secret weaknesses and petty meannesses stripped stark naked, have you?" "N-naked, sir!" faltered Mr.
Brimberly sighed, and soothed a slightly agitated whisker. "Why, yes," he admitted, "I'm afraid 'e does box but only as a ammitoor, Mr. Stevens, strickly as a ammitoor, understand!" "And he's out making a night of it, is 'e?" enquired Mr. Stevens, leaning back luxuriously and stretching his legs. "Bit of a rip, ain't 'e?" "A wot, sir?" enquired Mr. Brimberly with raised brows.
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