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"Brimberly," sighed his master, "what doleful wretches have we here?" "Why, sir, I I rather fancy it's William and James the footmen, sir," answered Mr. Brimberly between bristling whiskers. "Hexcuse me, sir I'll go and speak to 'em, sir " "Oh, pray don't trouble yourself, Mr. Brimberly; sit down and hearken! These sad sounds are inspired by deep potations beer, I fancy. Be seated, Mr. Brimberly."
Stevens caught up the tray from the piano and glided away on his toe-points; whereupon Mr. Brimberly altogether; yes, it was all in his whiskers. Thus did Mr. Brimberly bustle softly to and fro until he paused, all at once, arrested by the sound of a slow, firm step near by. Then Mr. Brimberly coughed, smoothed his winglike whiskers, and pulled down his waistcoat for the third time.
Brimberly glancing around, stopped short in the middle of a note, and sat open-mouthed, staring at his master. "Enjoying a musical evening, Brimberly?" Mr. Brimberly blundered to his feet, choked, gasped, groped for his whiskers, and finally spoke: "Why, sir, I I'm afraid I we are " "I didn't know you were such an accomplished musician, Brimberly." "Mu-musician, sir?"
Brimberly ponderously, "what ''e' might you be pleased to mean?" "I was merely allooding to to your governor, sir." Mr. Brimberly glanced at his guest, set down the glass he was in the act of filling and pulled down his waistcoat for the second time. "Sir," said he, and his cherubic whiskers seemed positively to quiver, "I presoom I say, I presoom you are referring to Young Har?" "I meant Mr.
Go away, if you please, and go immediate I'm prehoccupied." "No, you ain't; you're the butler, you are, I lay my oath "'Spoons an' forks An' drawin' corks' "that's your job, ain't it, chum?" "Chum!" said Mr. Brimberly in tones of horror. "Chum!" he repeated, grasping a handful of indignant whisker. "Oh, outragious! Oh, very hobscene! 'Ow dare you, sir?
"Because he has become a habit, Spike and habits cling and speaking of habits here it is!" Sure enough, at that moment Brimberly's knuckles made themselves discreetly heard, and Brimberly himself appeared with divers garments across his arm, at sight of which Spike stood immediately dumb in staring, awe-struck wonder. "Ah, you've got them, Brimberly?" "Yessir! These is the best I can do, sir "
Mr. Brimberly stared at the preoccupation of his master's scowling brow and grim-set mouth, and, clutching a soft handful of whisker, murmured: "Certingly, sir!" "When I was a boy," continued Ravenslee absently, "I used to dream of the wonderful things I would do when I was a man by the way, you're quite sure I'm not boring you ?" "No, sir certingly not, sir indeed, sir!"
Presently as he sat he was aware of a small girl in a white pinafore approaching along one of these walks a small being who hopped along by means of a little crutch and sang to herself in a soft, happy voice. Mr. Brimberly blinked.
"Little girl, come 'ere!" he repeated. "Come up 'ere and come immediate!" The small crutch tapped laboriously up the steps, and she stood before Mr. Brimberly's imposing figure mute, breathless, and trembling a little. "Little girl," he demanded, threatening of whisker, "'oo are you and what?" "Please, I'm Hazel." "Oh, indeed," nodded Mr. Brimberly, pulling at his waistcoat.
Excellent cigars you smoke judging from the smell. May I have one?" "Sir," said Brimberly, his whiskers slightly agitated, "cigars, sir?" "In the cabinet, I think," and Mr. Ravenslee motioned feebly with one white hand towards the tall, carved cabinet in an adjacent corner. Mr. Brimberly coughed softly behind plump fingers. "The the key, sir?" he suggested.
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