jobler

Updated: May 19, 2025

Dearman was a dooced fine woman and the Brigade-Major might say that he said so, damme. As the General's infatuation increased he told everybody else also everybody except Colonel Dearman who, of course, knew it already. He even told Jobler, his soldier-servant, promoted butler, as that sympathetic and admiring functionary endeavoured to induce him to go to bed without his uniform.

Percival Christopher Wren - Driftwood Spars: The Stories of a Man, a Boy, a Woman, and Certain Other People Who: Strangely Met Upon the Sea of Life

What Jobler, at the keyhole, understood him to say he had seen, or thought he had seen, is not to be believed. Judge of it. "I rode into the dem place and what did I behold? A dem pandemonium, Sir, a pantomime a lunatic asylum, Sir all Hell out for a Bank Holiday, I tell you.

Percival Christopher Wren - Driftwood Spars: The Stories of a Man, a Boy, a Woman, and Certain Other People Who: Strangely Met Upon the Sea of Life

The General yawned, rubbed his eyes and grunted. "Eggs be demmed," said he. "Toast be demmed," he said. "Tea be demmed," he shouted. "Paté de fois gras be demmed," shouted he. "Jobler! Bring me a bottle of beer," he roared. "No, bring me a brandy-cocktail," roared he.

Percival Christopher Wren - Driftwood Spars: The Stories of a Man, a Boy, a Woman, and Certain Other People Who: Strangely Met Upon the Sea of Life