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"Don't you do it, Mr. Dingle. 'E's in an awful temper this morning he gets worse and worse he'll fire you as soon as look at you." "Can't be helped. I've got me instructions." "You always were game," said Keggs admiringly. "I used to see that quick enough before you retired from active work. Well, good luck to you, Mr. Dingle."
"Who're yer calling worms?" George perceived the need of diplomacy. After all much depended on this child's goodwill. "I was referring to the butler what's his name Keggs." "'E ain't a worm. 'E's a serpint." Albert drew at his cigarette. His brow darkened. "'E does the drawing, Keggs does, and I'd like to know 'ow it is 'e always manages to cop the fav'rit!" Albert chuckled.
The first person whom he met in this great house, in the kingdom of which he was to be king-consort, was a butler of incredible stateliness. This was none other than Steve's friend Keggs. But round the outlying portions of this official he had perceived, as the door opened, a section of a woman in a brown dress. The butler moving to one side, he found himself confronting Mrs. Lora Delane Porter.
A lesser man who had entered his room and begun to discuss his private affairs would have had reason to retire with some speed; but that Keggs should descend from his pedestal and interest himself in such lowly matters was a different thing altogether. 'I'm very much obliged he was stammering, when the butler raised a deprecatory hand.
His knowledge of Albert told him that, if one so versed as that youth in the art of Swank had really possessed a cousin in America, he would long ago have been boring the servants' hall with fictions about the man's wealth and importance. For Albert not to lie about a thing, practically proved that thing non-existent. Such was the simple creed of Keggs. He accosted a passing fellow-servitor.
There was a white flag in every syllable. "I would if I did my duty." "But you don't care about that," urged Albert ingratiatingly. "I'll have to think it over," mused Keggs. "I don't want to be 'ard on a young boy." He struggled silently with himself. "Ruinin' 'is prospecks!" An inspiration seemed to come to him. "All right, young blighted Albert," he said briskly.
Keggs, who had been regarding these disturbers of the peace with dignified disapproval, coughed. "If you would not mind, madam. We are waiting." "Eh? How's that?" Miss Dore looked up with a bright smile. "I'm sorry. Come along, George. Get in the game." She nodded cheerfully to the butler. "All right. All set now. You may fire when ready, Gridley."
But even to Keggs there was a bitter mixed with the sweet. No one was better aware than himself that the nobility of his manner, excellent as a means of impressing the mob, worked against him when it came to a question of tips.
How do you mean you drew me in a sweepstike I mean a sweepstake? What sweepstake?" "Down in the servants' 'all. Keggs, the butler, started it. I 'eard 'im say he always 'ad one every place 'e was in as a butler leastways, whenever there was any dorters of the 'ouse.
The woman stooped and kissed the growing young thing, hugging her strongly, pressing her lips upon the lips of Rosalie with a great intensity. "Oh, I shall be sorry when you go, Rosalie." "We can still be friends, Keggo dear." Miss Keggs shook her head. "Ships that pass in the night." "O Keggo!" Miss Keggs smiled, a wintry smile. "O Rosalie!" she mimicked. She sighed. "Oh, my dear, it's true true!
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