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"Send Mamie to me at once," said Mrs. Porter. Keggs could have whooped with delight had not such an action seemed to him likely to prejudice his chances of retaining a good situation. He contented himself with wriggling ecstatically. "The young person is not in the house, madam." "Not in the house? What business has she to be out? Where is she?" "I could not tell you, madam."
The young man before him might be Lord Belpher, son of his employer and heir to all these great estates, but once he had seen him spanked. Perhaps Percy also remembered this. Perhaps he merely felt that Keggs was a faithful old servant and, as such, entitled to thrust himself into the family affairs. Whatever his reasons, he now definitely lowered the barrier.
She had vanished without a word, except a request to Keggs to tell the driver of her taxi to go to the Thirty-Third Street subway. "Must 'a' 'ad bad noos," Keggs thought, "because she were look'n' white as a sheet." Mamie was sorry that Ruth had had bad news, but her departure certainly helped to relieve the pressure of an appalling situation. With the absence of Ruth and Mrs.
They were by the oil stove, Miss Keggs in her wicker armchair, Rosalie on the floor, her back propped against Miss Keggs's knees. One of Miss Keggs's hands was on Rosalie's shoulder and she moved it to touch the girl's face. "Are you fond of me, Rosalie?" Rosalie turned towards her and spoke impulsively. "Oh, awfully Keggo."
The moment when Keggs, the butler, called him a greedy little pig and hoped it would be a lesson to him not to stuff himself at all hours with stolen cakes was a bitter moment for Albert. It is a relief to turn from the contemplation of these tortured souls to the pleasanter picture presented by Lord Marshmoreton.
It gave her time for reflection. It was another bit of luck that, as she had learned from Keggs, whom she met on the stairs on her way to the nursery, a mysterious telephone-call had caused Ruth to rise from her bed some three hours before her usual time and depart hurriedly in a cab. This also helped. Keggs had no information to give as to Ruth's destination or the probable hour of her return.
"Yes, yes, of course," he said. "What is it?" Keggs was himself now. In his opening remarks he had simply been, as it were, winding up. He was now prepared to begin. "Your lordship will recall inquiring of me on the night of the ball as to the bona fides of one of the temporary waiters? The one that stated that 'e was the cousin of young bli of the boy Albert, the page?
He appeared then to be meditating a question of some other order but instead suddenly straightened himself, withdrew his hands from his pockets and said, "Well, you'd better be running along with the medicine." He took from Rosalie the bottle Miss Keggs had given her and from his pockets a bunch of keys.
At that quick gesture of suspicion of Rosalie's, animation sprung to meet it as a cat, at a sudden start, will leap from profound slumber to a place of safety and to arched defence. Miss Keggs, in their first exchanges, might have been as one drowsily answering questions from a bed.
When once an idea had entered Steve's head he was tenacious of it. He had come to the decision that Ruth needed what he called a jolt to bring her to herself, much as a sleep-walker is aroused by the touch of a hand, and he clung to it. He interrupted Mr. Keggs in the middle of a speech touching on his man's alleged yellow streak. "Will you be at home to-night, colonel?" he asked.
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