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Have the goodness to look at me, will you?" "With pleasure, sir!" "Well, what do I look like?" "The very hacme of a gentleman, sir!" "Kind of you, Brimberly, but I know myself for an absolutely useless thing a purposeless, ambitionless wretch, drifting on to God knows what.
"'Ow about 'Knocked 'em in the Old Kent Road'?" Mr. Stevens suggested. "Sir!" exclaimed Mr. Brimberly, pausing in the act of filling the glasses, "that's rather a a low song, ain't it? What do you think, Mr. Jenkins?" "Low?" answered Mr. Jenkins, "it's as low as as mud, sir. I might say it's infernal vulgar what?" "Why, I don't care for it myself," Mr.
Brimberly, opening a certain carved cabinet and reaching thence a box of his master's choicest Havanas, "six months, indeed! And 'ow is Barberton? I hacted in the capacity of his confidential valet a good many years ago, as I told you, and we always got on very well together, very well, indeed. 'ow is Barberton?"
"Why, sir, since you ask me, I should answer begging your parding 'eavens knows, sir!" "Precisely! Anyway, I'm going there fast." "Where, sir?" "Heaven knows, Brimberly." "Ah er certingly, sir!" "Now, Brimberly, as a hard-headed, matter-of-fact, common-sense being, what would you suggest for a poor devil who is sick and tired of everything and most of all of himself?"
And yet, since you offer so wide a selection, perhaps er feminine ?" "Very good, sir!" "And you'd better make it singular number, Brimberly." "Certingly, sir, much obliged, sir! Will you be wanting me again, sir?" "Not again, Brimberly." "Then good night, sir thank you, sir!" And Mr. Brimberly went softly forth and closed the door noiselessly behind him. Being alone, Mr.
Brimberly watched his master select and light his cigar, it chanced that Young R. raised his eyes and looked at him, and to be sure those eyes were surprisingly piercing and quick for one so very languid. Indeed, Mr. Brimberly seemed to think so, for he coughed again, faint and discreetly, behind his hand, while his whiskers quivered slightly, though perceptibly.
'Oo are you, sir, eh, sir answer me, an' answer prompt!" "Leave them cobwebs alone, an' I'll tell you, matey." "Matey!" groaned Mr. Brimberly, turning up his eyes. "I'm the Guv's familiar friend and personal pal, I am. I'm 'is adviser, confeedential, matreemonial, circumstantial, an' architect'ral. I'm 'is trainer, advance agent, manager, an' sparrin' partner that's who I am.
Brimberly, "if you'd been forced by stern dooty to sit be'ind Young Har in a fast automobile as I 'ave, you'd know what I mean. Reckless? Speed? Well, there!" and Mr. Brimberly lifted hands and eyes and shook his head until his whiskers vibrated with horror. "Then you're pretty sure," said Mr.
Thereafter he lowered his eyes and regarded Spike as if he had been that basest of base minions a boy in buttons. At last he deigned speech. "And w'en did you come in, pray?" "'Bout a hour ago, sir," answered Spike, dropping his cap in his embarrassment. "Ah!" nodded Mr. Brimberly, "about a hour ago ho! By appointment, I pre-zoom?" "No, sir by a winder." "A wot?" "A winder, sir." "A winder?
In his dream it seemed that there and then the executioner advanced to his fell work a bony hand grasped his right whisker, the deadly razor flashed, and Mr. Brimberly awoke gurgling awoke to catch a glimpse of a hand so hastily withdrawn that it seemed to vanish into thin air.
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