Me. I mean, is he the Major Bludyer—that well-grown old boy? From what I know of his eggs——
A V. (growing fainter). I can’t hear you very well. It’s about some eggs——
Me. Well, I’m very glad to have had this little talk. Remember me to old Bludyer. Good-bye.
II
Me (squeaky). Hullo!
A Voice (business-like, in a great hurry). Hullo! Is that you, Mortimer?
Me (very deliberate). Mr. Mortimer is in the next room. If you will hold the line I will fetch him. Who is it speaking, please?
A V. Oh, never mind that.
Me (firm). Who is it speaking, please?
A V. Oh, da——! Say it’s George. And be quick, please.