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Manny's the time I've shwept an' vacuumed Miss Van Allen's own bedroom an' boodore. An' likewise the music room an' parlure an' all. Yis, sor, I'm here frekint." "What other servants does Miss Van Allen employ?" "Nobody that lives in, 'ceptin' Miss Julie. But there's the laundry woman, as comes though more often the wash goes out.
I am a crank on the happiness one gets from the giving of tips and a half-penny man is the rock bottom of meanness. His face straightened. "Well, we can't do that, sor we can't never talk back. Got to grin and bear it or lose yer job. Learned that in the Hussahs. I didn't care for his money maybe it was the way he did it that set me goin' as if I was Well let it go! And it's a punt ye want?
Carry your mind back to Netherwoods. One night you let Francine de Sor frighten you. You ran away from her into the garden. Keep quiet! At your age, must I set you an example of self-control? "I want to know, Miss Emily, where Francine de Sor is now?" "She is at the house in the country, which I have left." "Where does she go next, if you please? Back to Miss Ladd?" "I suppose so.
"D'ye mean to tell me that Keneally doesn't know what he's talkin' about?" "No; you divent knaw what yo're talkin' about." "What? I divent knaw what I'm talkin' about? I tell ye' what it is, sor, Roger's the man!" "Beggared a one," said Mark. "Beggared a one," said Mark. "Then you're a leir." "A leir, d'ye say? Then I say beggared a one!"
An instant later, O'Hagan returned, bearing a slip of white pasteboard which he deposited on the desk before Maitland. "'James Burleson Snaith," Maitland read aloud from the faultlessly engraved card. "I don't know him. What does he want?" "Wouldn't say, sor; seemed surprised whin I towld him ye were in, an' said he was glad to hear it business pressin', says he."
"Houly Moses!" ejaculated Garry O'Neil, his Irish blood making him all attention now at the mere mention of fighting. "I hope ye let 'em have it hot, sor! "Guess I did!" replied Colonel Vereker grimly, dropping unconsciously into his native vernacular, which up to now he had almost seemed to have forgotten from his long residence amongst a Spanish-speaking race.
"Yes, sor, you're wanted at Mother Borton's in a hurry," said another voice, and a man stepped forward. "There's the divil to pay!" I recognized the one-eyed man who had done me the service that enabled me to escape from Livermore. "Ah, Broderick, what's the matter?" "I didn't get no orders, sor, so I don't know, but there was the divil's own shindy in the height of progression when I left.
I could not help smiling as I answered Mr Osborne in the affirmative; while, as for Mick, his "Yis, sor," was rolled out with an emphasis that made `Number One' laugh outright.
"Sure," says Bat, "nothing easier." "Wull thur be eny chaarge?" "Not for ladies," says Bat, saluting, hand to hat, and grinning more sleepily than ever. "Then, A wull guve it t' y': wull y' write it, sor?" "Sure!" Bat squared himself to one of the reporters' high desks. "Mestriss Leez-y O'Fannigan," dictated the little publicity agent.
"And have you been here ever since? I hope you are doing well," said Gerald. "Iver since, sor, an' doin' finely, wid the blessin' o' God. I own that place," pointing to the stable, "an' four as good turnouts as ye'd ax to sit behind." "I'm glad of it," said Gerald heartily. "I like to hear of the boys from the old neighborhood doing well." "Won't ye step inside, sor, an' thry a drop of something?
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