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"I thought you done boas' you et at a hotel," sniffed the old woman. "How come she air hongry fer tea an' toas' if she done et at a hotel." "Sho sho but you see it done got jolted down an' Miss Ann Please, Sis Em'ly. I ain't a arskin' nothin' fer myse'f, but jes' for my Miss Ann.
"White bled, blown bled, ill-bled," the person under the net chanted. "What nother bled?" "There's well-bred," said Jan severely, "and that's what neither you nor Tony are at the present moment." "There's toas' too," said the voice from under the net, ignoring the personal application. "Sall we have some?" "Certainly not," Jan answered with great sternness. "People who riot and brawl "
"Thank you, Sis Em'ly, thank you!" cried old Billy, seizing the coveted tray and making a hasty exit. "Her bark air wus'n her bite," he chuckled, "an' I do hope Miss Ann ain't gonter take away her appletite for dinner by eatin' all this toas' an' drinkin' this whole pot er tea, kase I tell you now ol' Billy's stomic air done stuck to his back with emptiness."
"No, Sir Reginald, it is a stern reality," answered Madame Durski, laying her hand on the bell. Her summons was speedily answered by Carlo Toas. "Carlo, the door," she said, quietly. The baronet gave her one look a dark and threatening glance and then left the room, followed by the Spaniard, who conducted him to his cab with every token of grave respect.
Brother Holden shuffled about to make room for him as well as he could in the narrow area of the pulpit, but he was not quick enough; down came Abe's foot on the curate's toes, almost capsizing the preacher, without in the least disconcerting him. "Moind thee toas, lad, steam's up, I mun jump a bit."
Victor Carrington knew this quite as well as the woman at the lodge, but he had business to do with another person as well as Paulina Durski. That other person was the widow's humble companion. The door was opened by Carlo Toas, Paulina's confidential courier and butler. This man looked very suspiciously at the visitor. "My mistress receives no one at this hour," he said.
There was a Spanish courier, one Carlo Toas a strange, silent creature, whose stately and solemn movements seemed fitted for a courtly assembly, rather than for the unceremonious gatherings of modern society. The next person in importance in the household of Madame Durski was an elderly woman, who attended on the fair Austrian widow. She was a native of Paris, and her name was Sophie Elser.
It was nearly six o'clock when he drove up to the door of Hilton House. Carlo Toas admitted him, and favoured him with a searching and somewhat severe scrutiny, as he led the way to the drawing-room in which Paulina was wont to receive her guests. Here Sir Reginald felt some little surprise, and a touch of mortification, on beholding the aspect of things.
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