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"She 'oped I would not be hoffended by the freedom of 'er hobservations on my countrymen. I must hexcuse 'er Hinglish bluntness; she was haware that she 'ad a somewhat hoff-'and way of hexpressing 'er hemotions; but when she 'ated she 'ated, and it relieved 'er to hout with it hat once. Certainly she would never bless 'er 'eart, no! 'ave taken me for an American; I was so huncommonly genteel."
"Object, sir," murmured Mr. Brimberly, "found, sir to be sure, sir." "Yes; I intend you shall find it for me, Brimberly." Mr. Brimberly's abstraction gave place to sudden amaze. "Find it wot, me, sir? Hexcuse me, sir, but did you say " Mr. Brimberly actually gaped! "You, Brimberly, of course!" "But but wot kind of a hobject and where, sir?"
"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.
"Clothes, sir yessir. There's the noo 'arris tweed, sir " "With holes in them, if possible, Brimberly." "'Oles, sir! Beg parding, sir, but did you say 'oles, sir?" "Also patches, Brimberly, the bigger the better!" "Patches! Hexcuse me, sir, but patches! I beg parding, but " Mr. Brimberly laid a feeble hand upon a twitching whisker.
I ham not in the 'abits of touching corpses and hexcuse me, Ma'am, this is so very oh dear me whathever 'as come hover me. I shall faint, I know." "I think, Ma'am, if I rolled it up in a sheet, we might drag it between us to some distant cavern, and bury it in the sand." Oscar. "No, Jenny, we must cut him in pieces, and carry him out bit by bit into the sea." Felix.
He's an uncommon clever stiddy fellow, an' wonderful strong. Lord bless you, sir if you'll hexcuse me for saying so he can walk forty mile a-day, an' lift a matter o' sixty ston'. He's an uncommon favourite wi' the gentry, sir: Captain Donnithorne and Parson Irwine meks a fine fuss wi' him. But he's a little lifted up an' peppery-like." "Well, good evening to you, landlord; I must get on."
"Hexcuse me, Billy," he said, "I never wiolate my princerples. I 'ave no use for papers an' I never reads 'em. Wot's it say?" "Bedad, I'll tell ye pwhat it says. It says outrage. It says another wan o' thim ould women has come bechune me an' me daily bread. It says that Tony Scollop's been and hired some ould hag av a gran'mother to shtep in an' discredit the perfession.
He was standing in his little hall when I come out, and he has our Boston dog, Peanut, tied to a chair leg there with a piece of rope. Peanut barked joyful at me, thinking I was going to take him outdoors maybe. "Hexcuse me, sir," says William, right sad, "but this little dog is a hobject of my suspicion, sir." "What's that?" says I. "What do you suspect him of embeazlement, maybe?"
"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."
As he stood silent, he became conscious of another presence an august, impressive one, familiar in the past but veiled now, as it were, in a midst of human emotion. It was Jepson, the butler. He coughed humbly. "Hexcuse me, sir," he faltered. "But Mrs. Hordway h'ain't quite so well lately, sir. 'Ave you hobserved that?" Laurie nodded. "I noticed it to-day," he admitted.
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