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A few customers came into the bar and were served by the sulky potboy, but there was no sign of Cripps. "Go and tell your master I'm here still, and want to see him particularly," said Loman, presently, to the boy. The boy looked up and scowled and rubbed his ear, but somehow that timely blow of Loman's had wrought wonders with his spirit, for he quietly went off and did as he was bid.
This woman was so cautious that she left the paper untouched where she had laid it on the table while she conferred with a recently installed potboy on points of commercial economy. When she returned it was dry beyond suspicion, and she drew the letter out to see if it contained anything she need hesitate to read.
"Greenfield senior's cramming too, he's been in all the afternoon." "He's not cramming, he's got a headache!" said Stephen. "Oh, yes, I dare say, don't you, Padger? Got a headache that's a nice excuse for copying out of cribs on a Sunday." "He doesn't use cribs, and I tell you he's not working!" said Stephen, indignantly. "Shut up, do you hear, or you'll get turned out, Potboy!"
The man in the fur cap, and the potboy rush out; a scene of riot and confusion ensues; half the Irishmen get shut out, and the other half get shut in; the potboy is knocked among the tubs in no time; the landlord hits everybody, and everybody hits the landlord; the barmaids scream; the police come in; the rest is a confused mixture of arms, legs, staves, torn coats, shouting, and struggling.
It followed that Peter Bartholomew, potboy, made irritable objections to that old joke which finished his name as though it were a cat calling, and the offence being repeated, he dealt an impartial swing of his stick at divers heads, and told them to take that, which they assured him they had done by sending him flying into a hedge.
This most unexpected turn to the conversation startled Stephen. He turned quite pale as he replied, "I did, there! But I didn't go in at the public door. And you've been sneaking!" "No, I haven't. Padger told me, didn't you, Padger? Padger peeped through the door, and saw you. Oh, my eye! won't I kick-up a shine about it! I'll let out on you, see if I don't. Bah, public-house boy! potboy, yah!"
As he turned down from the main road the very potboy from "The Duchess" rushed up to him, and congratulated him on his escape. "I have had nothing to escape," said Lord Hampstead trying to pass on. But Mrs. Grimley saw him, and came out to him. "Oh, my lord, we are so thankful; indeed, we are." "You are very good, ma'am," said the lord.
The Snuggery had two of the qualities popularly held to be essential to grog for ladies, in respect that it was hot and strong; but in the third point of analogy, requiring plenty of it, the Snuggery was defective; being but a cooped-up apartment. The unaccustomed visitor from outside, naturally assumed everybody here to be prisoners landlord, waiter, barmaid, potboy, and all.
Do you understand? 'I think I do, sir, replied Nicholas. 'Then, said Mr Gregsbury, 'it would be necessary for him to make himself acquainted, from day to day, with newspaper paragraphs on passing events; such as "Mysterious disappearance, and supposed suicide of a potboy," or anything of that sort, upon which I might found a question to the Secretary of State for the Home Department. You see?
As soon as ever morning school was over he took his hat and traversed once more the familiar road between Saint Dominic's and the Cockchafer. "Is Cripps at home?" he inquired of the potboy. "Yas," said the boy. "Who wants him?" "I do, you young blockhead!" "You do? Oh, all right! I'll tell him, mister. Don't you collar no mugs while I'm gone, mind!" The very potboys despised and ridiculed him!
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