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Lord Tilchester entered the room, and said "How d'y do," to me. He is a gruff, unattractive person. I do not know what Babykins sees in him. He spent his time eating tea-cake and feeding the dogs, with a casual remark here and there. At last he left. I was glad. Lady Tilchester's manner to him is always gracious and complacent. She attends to his wishes, and talks to him without yawning.
If becoming a member of my household was a turning-point in Zura's life, in mine it was nothing less than a small-sized revolution, moving with the speed of a typhoon. The days piled into weeks; the weeks plunged head-foremost into eternity, and before we could say "how d'y' do" to lovely summer, autumn had put on her splendid robes of red and yellow and soft, dull brown.
The landlady declared, with the voice and action of a virago, that at this time of night, the highest guests in the land should not enter her roof upon any terms. The landlord, on the contrary, behaved with great politeness, entreated not to take offence at his wife's uncommon appearance. "C'est seulement un tête chaud, Monsieur, mais faites moi l'honeur d'y entrer."
With her eyes beautiful eyes, with that new look of mother-love in them; proud eyes, with that inexhaustible store of riches all her own, worshipping the crinkly red snub nose and the funny moving mouth, and the little downy head, and everything else that goes to make up a properly-constituted Baby. "I think the time'll come, deer. Watch out, an' one d'y you'll see!"
"Well, see that yer don't, yer cross-eyed whelps see that yer don't." "And do you mean to say, you collection of squashes, that you were laughing at me?" The pump-man, still grasping a wrench in each hand, started across the deck after them. "D'y' mean to " Down the gangway they retreated in a body. Noyes looked to the captain, but the captain was looking out over the ship's side.
"He had the jolliest little dinner ready you ever saw, and he insisted, on the fellow smoking, though Perkins hates the very smell of 'baccy, and well, he got the whole trouble out of him, except the opium. "D'y think he lectured and scolded? Not a bit that's not Perkins he left the fool to do his own lecturing, and he did it stiff.
Bill realized that an explanation was due, for it was evident that the speaker had been watching him for some little time; but under the circumstances, even though the face in the window was round, youthful, good-humored, explanations promised to be embarrassing. "How d'y?" said Mr. Hyde. "What luck?" inquired the stranger. Mr. Hyde sat back upon his heels and grinned engagingly.
'For, as I allays ses, remarked one wiseacre, 'it's an ill wind as don't blow good to somebody. 'Yah! growled Mosk, in his beery voice, 'it's about as broad as it's long so far as I'm concerned. I've lost a couple of quid through Jentham goin' and gettin' shot, and it will take a good many tankards of bitter at thru'p'nce to make that up. 'Oo d'y think shot 'im, Mr Mosk?
There were also some friends from Trouville-Deauville, most of them in autos some in light carriages. However, d'Y told us he would leave our names at the tea-room, a sort of club they have established over the pâtissier's, where we would be quieter and better served than in the shop which would certainly be crowded on Saturday afternoon. We walked about till we were dead tired. St.
"Ye domned murderer, fwat's too hard? D'y' think we can't wurruk?" "D'ye think ye can wark?" said Murphy. "Thin git at that capstan, you Galway min. And git busy, quick, or I'll give the job to the Limerick boys. They're passably good min, I think." "To hill wi' thim! Hurrah, here, b'ys. C'm'an and pull the mon's rope. Who says we can't wurruk?"
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