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Grumbleton at the western lodge, he says, 'Your master is not easy to satisfy, ma'am, he says; from which Mrs. Grumbleton gathers that he had not took a order from Mr. Dunbar." Major Vernon whistled softly to himself when Mrs. Manders retired, after having imparted this piece of information.
"Well, you know, that little beast Manders minor saw Beetle and me hammerin' McTurk's trunk open in the dormitory when we took his watch last month. Of course Manders sneaked to Mason, and Mason solemnly took it up as a case of theft, to get even with us about the rats." "That just put Mason into our giddy hands," said McTurk, blandly.
Country people know everything about their neighbours; and Mrs. Manders, the housekeeper, had means of communication with both "the Abbey" and "the Rock;" for she had a niece who was under-housemaid in the service of Henry Dunbar, and a grandson who was a helper in Sir Philip Jocelyn's stables.
Graham Lever had three plays running in London at the same time; then he chucked romantic comedy and tried to write a revolt-of-the-younger-generation problem play. . . ." Manders omitted to add that Lever had never had another play staged, but Eric's ten years of dramatic criticism enabled him to fill the gap.
Grierson and Manders smiled and followed them, carefully brushing cigar-ash from their clothes and smoothing the back of their hair. Elation battled with annoyance in Eric's mind throughout luncheon.
Rabbits-Eggs is a little shy of me, somehow. But I swore it was pax between us, and gave him a bob. He stopped at two pubs on the way in, so he'll be howling drunk to-night. Oh, don't begin reading, Beetle; there's a council of war on. What the deuce is the matter with your collar?" "'Chivied Manders minor into the Lower Third box-room.
"What a friend for a fellow! Well, Manders, if you don't write all this I certainly shall. So I may as well tell you where I was." "I must say it would interest me to know." My companion resumed his smile where he had left it off. "I wonder if you would ever guess?" he speculated, looking down into my face. "I don't suppose I should."
Manders shrugged his shoulders and filled both glasses encouragingly. "It often happens.
When he reached the club next day, Eric found that Manders had arrived before him and was ordering luncheon for both. "D'you like the '06 Ruinart, or is it too dry for you?" he asked. "Nothing's too dry for me," Eric answered, "but I decline to drink champagne at lunch. I've work to do this afternoon." His host smiled persuasively and continued to write his bill. "It'll do you good, boy.
I'm worn out!" "Stay a bit longer, boy," Manders begged. "I've only just come." When at last he escaped, there was no taxi to be had, though Eric told a waiter to keep the first that drove up. He covered half of the way to Ryder Street at a run, threw himself on his bed and asked for the familiar number in Berkeley Square. After a long interval a sleepy voice said: "Yes? My dear, you are late!
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