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Carey was the last in the procession. As she passed through the door, her glance fell full on a man standing a little to one side, and gazing at her intently. She faltered, but only for an instant. "Why, Mr. Jawkins, when did you arrive? Welcome to court," she cried in a cordial, conciliatory tone, holding out her hand. Jawkins bowed stiffly, not seeming to see Mrs. Carey's hand.
He did not look at her, but waved her from him with his hand. She looked at him a minute or two, but then left the room. As the door closed behind her the King looked up. "Well, Jawkins, it's done." "Yes, your Majesty." "She was a devilish fine woman." Jawkins started to go. "Stay, Jawkins, a moment. Ah! you told me you had made a good mint out of Are you in funds over here?"
"But we may still run across a skeleton in a closet," said the girl. "Oh, yes. But who, by the way, is Mr. Jawkins?" "Have you never heard of Mr. Jarley Jawkins, the famous country-house agent and individual caterer?" Lord Brompton shook his head. "He is indeed a remarkable man," she continued.
Well, if it must be so, she preferred to see him on the scaffold rather than in the arms of another. She would wait until all was over, and then find in America solace for her disappointment. She had played her cards well. The King was madly in love with her, and she had no fear of his sailing away without her. If so, there was Jawkins still.
He signs himself 'Jarley Jawkins, London. Will your Majesty honor me with a light?" "Jarley Jawkins!" cried the King. "It must be the individual caterer of whose wealth we have heard so much. His attentions to my friends during the interregnum deserve recognition. Several of them have been saved from absolute want by his generosity."
"To London," she said, simply; "can I be of service to you there?" "You know I depend upon you to sing 'My Queen' after the déjeuner." "A matter of imperative importance calls me away. I shall return to-morrow." Jawkins looked inexorable, and declared that he could not afford to have her go.
They don't like you here overmuch, I fancy. But you've been well advertised." Mrs. Carey lost control of herself for the first time that day. "How dare you speak thus to me? I, who was who am your " "Oswald Carey's wife," Jawkins spoke contemptuously. "Your King's wife!" cried Mrs. Carey. Jawkins laughed and threw back a curtain. Behind it stood the King.
Here Jawkins's eye suddenly turning on your humble servant, he stopped his sentence, with a guilty look his stale old stupid sentence, which every one of us at the Club has heard over and over again. Jawkins is a most pertinacious Club Snob.
And straightway after breakfast he went to the Casino Club and telephoned to Jarley Jawkins for his list of estates to rent in England, for he knew full well that whether Wall Street or the heavens crashed Miss Maggie's orders were to be obeyed.
"The upper floors are all ready, but I have been driven into this room on the ground floor this morning." "Oh! dear me, what a pity, sir," said Mr. Jawkins, looking around the room. "It is very bare and uncomfortable; but you will not know the room when my fellows are through with it. You will have one of the finest collections of books here in all England in a few hours.
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