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"We'll shut the door. Sing my favourite, Mr. Egger, 'Wenn's Mailufterl." When they left the inn, Waymark walked first with Ida, and Mr. O'Gree followed with Sally. Egger brought up the rear; he had relapsed into a dreamy mood, and his mind seemed occupied with unearthly things. With no little amusement Waymark had noted Sally's demeanour under Mr. O'Gree's attentions.
O'Gree re-entered the room, and the Swiss retired to his comer. Philip was hot with excitement and bodily exertion; he came in mopping his forehead, and, without turning to Waymark, stood with eyes fixed on the chalk caricatures. Very gradually he turned round. Waymark was watching him, on his face an expression of subdued mirth. Their looks met, and both exploded in laughter.
"No; but I hear of her." "From your friend?" "Yes, from O'Gree." "Do your other friends still live near you?" Ida asked, speaking quickly, as if to interrupt what Waymark was about to say. "The Castis? Oh yes." "What is Mrs. Casti like?" she said, in a tone which attracted Waymark's attention. "Well," he replied, "it's difficult to describe her.
I believe it was on my account that she want and took that place in the shop." "Precisely," said Waymark. "You think so?" cried the other, delighted. "I guessed as much when she met me that day and said I might let you know where she was." "Ha!" exclaimed O'Gree, with a long breath. "And so the matter is settled?" "All but the most important part of it.
O'Gree; it is to say, quite a change in my life. I am waiter at a restaurant. And see me; am I not the better quite? No fear!" This cockneyism came in with comical effect. "I have enough to eat and to drink, and money in my pocket. The school may go to " O'Gree coughed violently to cover the last word, and looked reproachfully at his old colleague.
Philip O'Gree "fill-up" was his own pronunciation of the name would have been worse than insignificant in appearance, but for the expression of good-humour and geniality which possessed his irregular features. He was red-headed, and had large red whiskers. Herr Egger was a gentleman of very different exterior.
Waymark made an effort to bring about a general conversation, but failed; O'Gree was so preoccupied that any remark addressed to him had to be repeated before he understood it, and Julian was in no mood for making new acquaintances. So, in a few minutes, the latter took his hat and left, Waymark going with him to the door to speak a few words of encouragement.
He stood and gazed at her in frank admiration; only when she sprang forward to shake hands with Waymark did he recover himself sufficiently to go through the ceremony of introducing Julian. It was done with all stateliness. "An improvement this on the masters' room, eh, Waymark?" cried Mr. O'Gree. Then, suddenly interrupting him self, "And that reminds me! We've got a lodger." "Already?"
In a moment the noise increased considerably. O'Gree had rushed up without a light, and was battling desperately in the darkness with a score of pillow-fighters, roaring out threats the while at the top of his voice. Mrs. Tootle retired from the masters' room with much affectation of dignity, leaving the door open behind her. Waymark slammed it to, and turned with a laugh to the poor Swiss.
He was spared the trouble of providing in the same way for Sally by Mr. O'Gree's ready offices. Poor Egger, finding himself deserted, opened a piano there was in the room, and began to run his finger over the keys. "Let us have one of your German songs, my boy," cried O'Gree. "But it is the Sunday, and we arc still in England," said the Swiss, hesitating. "Pooh, never mind," said Waymark.
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