“Mr. Scarlett—who has been so lucky on the diggings—kicked him out of the house on to the pavement.”
“Ah! but did he do the thing properly, scientifically?”
“I think so. And when he found the boss blaming me for the row, he turned on him like a tiger. But afterwards old Townson gave me the office, so I’ve retired into private life. Do you like my rooms?”
“A trifle small, don’t you think?” said Benjamin.
“Cozy.”
“My dear, where you are it can’t help being cozy.”
“After that I’ll get you something to eat. What do you say to grilled steak and onions?”
“Delicious! Couldn’t be better.”
Gentle Annie bustled out to the safe, at the back of the house, and returned with a dish of red and juicy meat.
“And to follow, you shall have stewed plums and cream.”