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Updated: May 9, 2025
If Lord De Guest were to ask me to fetch him his shoes, I'd run to Guestwick and back for them and think nothing of it, just because he's my friend. He'd have a right to send me. But I'm not going to do such things as that for Sir Raffle Buffle." "Fetch him his shoes!" "That's what FitzHoward had to do, and he didn't like it." "Isn't Mr FitzHoward nephew to the Duchess of St Bungay?"
But John seemed to be well satisfied to sit in his arm-chair over the fire, and talk to his hostess; so neither of them moved. "And now that you're a private secretary, how do you like it?" "I like the work well enough; only I don't like the man, Lady Julia. But I shouldn't say so, because he is such an intimate friend of your brother's." "An intimate friend of Theodore's! Sir Raffle Buffle!"
"It can't be done," were the few words which Sir Raffle Buffle had written across the note from his private secretary. Here was a difficulty which Johnny had not anticipated, and which seemed to be insuperable. Sir Raffle would not have answered him in that strain if he had not been very much in earnest. "I should send him a medical certificate," said Cradell, his friend of old.
In Sir Raffle Buffle, indeed, he had never believed; and now it was, perhaps, the greatest joy of his life that he should never again be called upon to hear the tones of that terrible knight's hated voice. Seeing who were the components of the new Board, it may be presumed that Crosbie would look forward to enjoying a not uninfluential position in his office.
Buffle slammed the door, called at two or three other shanties, and gave orders in a style befitting a feudal lord, and in ten minutes was on horseback, galloping furiously out on the trail to Green Flat. The Green Flatites wondered at finding the great man among them, and treated him with the most painful civility.
The men glanced at each other significantly, but without any of the levity which usually follows such an announcement in more cultured circles. "This game's up, boys," said Buffle, rising suddenly. "The stage don't reach the crossin' till noon, an' she is goin' to hev this shanty to stay in till daylight, anyhow. You fellers had better git, right away."
"It's all right, gentlemen," said the doctor "as fine a boy as I ever saw." "My treat for the rest of the evening, boys," said the barkeeper, hurriedly crowding glasses and bottles on the bar. "Her," "Him," "Him, Junior," "Buffle," "Doc.," and "Old Rockershop," as some happily inspired miner dubbed little Muggy, were drunk successively. The door opened again, and in walked Allan Berryn.
"But it's all settled now," said Lily, "and I'm downright happy. I never felt more satisfaction, never, Bell!" "Nor did I," said her mother; "I may truly say that I thank God for this good thing." John Eames Does Things Which He Ought Not to Have Done John Eames succeeded in making his bargain with Sir Raffle Buffle.
Buffle, if I send you my address when I reach San Francisco, you will let me know if you ever find any traces of him?" "Depend upon all of us for that, mum," replied Buffle. "Thank you," said she, and departed as suddenly as she had entered, leaving the men staring stupidly at each other. "Wonder how she got here from the crossin'?" finally remarked one.
At the end of another fortnight there was a procession formed at Fat Pocket Gulch; two horses, one wearing a side-saddle, were brought to the door of Buffle's old house, and Mrs. Berryn and her husband mounted them; they were soon joined by Buffle and Muggy.
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