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Stevens, and his pale eyes, much wider, now wandered up from the Persian rug beneath his boots to the elaborately carved ceiling above his head. "My aunt!" he murmured. "Oh, I think we're fairly comfortable 'ere, sir," nodded Mr. Brimberly complacently, "yes, fairly comfortable, I think." "Comfortable!" ejaculated the awe-struck Mr. Stevens, "I should say so! My word!" "Yes," pursued Mr.
"Certingly, sir." "To-day is my birthday, Brimberly, and to-night I've reached a kind of 'jumping off' place in my life, and between you and me I'm seriously thinking of er jumping off!" "I crave parding, sir?" "I'm thirty-five years old," continued Young R., his frown growing blacker, "and I've never done anything really worth while in all my useless life!
Brimberly stammered, his eyes goggling; "'ardly that, sir, oh, 'ardly that, I I venture to to tinkle a bit now an' then, sir no offence I 'ope, sir?" "Friends musical too, it seems." "Y-yes, sir, music do affect 'em, sir uncommonly, sir." "Yes, makes them thirsty, doesn't it?" "Why, Mr. Ravenslee, sir, I that is, we did so far venture to er I mean oh, Lord!" and mopping perspiring brow, Mr.
Brimberly, retreating rather precipitately, "this is very discomposing, this is! I shall have to call the perlice." "Perlice!" snarled the Old Un, fiercer than ever, "you won't have nothing t' call with when I've done wi' ye.
"On the other 'and," pursued Mr. Brimberly, smiling and caressing his left whisker, "'e may be on 'is way to Hafghanistan or Hasia Minor at this pre-cise moment 'e is that metehoric, lord! These millionaires is much of a muchness, sir, 'ere to-day, gone to-morrer. Noo York this week, London or Paris the next. Young Har is always upsetting my plans, 'e is, and that's a fact, sir!
Stevens, settling luxurious boots upon a cushioned chair, "you're pretty sure he won't come bobbing up when least expected?" "Pretty sure!" nodded Mr. Brimberly. "You see, this nooest car is the very latest thing in racing cars cost a fortune, consequently it's bound to break down these here expensive cars always do, believe me!" "Why, then," said Mr. Stevens, helping himself to one of Mr.
"Certingly, sir!" and crossing the room, Mr. Brimberly returned, bearing a salver piled high with letters, which he set at his master's elbow; this done, he bowed and went from the room, one hand still at his dazed brow. Left alone, Ravenslee took up the letters one by one.
"Happiness!" said he again, "thank you, Brimberly now take your friend his hat, and have the extreme goodness to make up the fire for me. I love a fire, as you know, but especially when I am mournful. And pray hurry, Brimberly!" Forthwith Mr.
Brimberly coughed and touched a whisker with dubious finger. "Wasn't you allooding to hem! to matrimony, sir?" "Matrimony! Lord, no! Hardly so desperate a course as that, Brimberly. I was considering the advisability of er this!" And opening a drawer in the escritoire, Young R. held up a revolver, whereat Mr.
"An object to work for, live for, be worthy of!" Here he fell to frowning into the fire again and stared thus so long that at last Mr. Brimberly felt impelled to say: "A hobject, of course, sir! A hobject certingly, sir!"
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