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'Of course, anyone leading a useful life, such as yours, I overheard her saying to him this morning, 'don't naturally get much time for reading. I've nothing else to do, you see, 'cept to improve myself. "The donkey arrived this afternoon while I was out galloping, I am given to understand, with 'Opkins on his back. There seems to be some secret between those two.
The Missus is peekin' out of the shutters at us now." "And do you never admit visitors, even to the grounds?" "No, sir, never, God 'elp me! and there's many an honest bob I could turn by ut, and no one 'urt. But I've lost my place twic't by ut. They took me back though. The Guv'ner 'ud never forgive me again. 'It's three times and out, Mister 'Opkins, says 'ee, only last Whitsuntide."
I was told that if I wanted to know anything about the place I should apply to the "Agent," whose name is 'Opkins and whose office is in Clifford Court, off Fleet Street. The house probably has not changed in any degree in these fifty years, since little Miss Mitford on one side and Mr. Kenyon on the other, tenderly helped Miss Barrett down the steps and into the carriage.
The birds were all out of their cages; everything was upside down. "Are you a real farmer's boy?" I asked him. "O' course I am," he answered. "What do yer tike me for a hartist in disguise?" It came to me. "What is your name?" "'Enery 'Enery 'Opkins." "Where were you born?" "Camden Tahn." Here was a nice beginning to a rural life! What place could be the country while this boy Hopkins was about?
And then he wouldn't go no more. And Robina did not like it. Because Dick shouted swear words. He says they come naturally to you when you shout. And Robina said it was horrible. And that people would hear him. So we got out. And pushed him home. But he is very strong. And we were all very tired. And Robina says she hates him. Dick is going to give Mr. 'Opkins half a crown.
It was not serious, but she could sing no more that evening. To-morrow evening ah, yes. Most certainly. But to-night no. Monsieur Hairee Opkins, the most famous Engleesh comedy artiste would now entertain the patrons of L'Abbaye. He begged, he entreated attention for Monsieur Opkins. I did not wait for "Monsieur Hairee." I forced my way to the door.
To tell him how he makes him go. Because Mr. 'Opkins makes him gallop. Robina says it must be hypnotism. But Dick thinks it might be something simpler. I think Mr. 'Opkins very nice. He says you promised to lend him a book. What would help him to talk like a real country boy. So I have lent him a book about a window. By Mr. Bane. What came to see us last year. It has a lot of funny words in it.
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