"Well, then, come round to the 'appy 'our on Sunday next and tell us all about it," growled the great man. "There's none so 'umble and lowly but we can learn from them, as I often says."
He tramped on his reverberating way....
That night, as Ernie was on lift-duty, the telephone bell rang in the passage. He went.
"Who's that?" he asked.
"Mr. Caspar from the Garage, Old Town," came the answer. "Could I speak to Captain Royal?"
The Captain had given orders that when he was in his room of evenings after dinner, he was not to be disturbed.
"He's engaged," answered Ernie. "Could I give him a message?"
For a moment there was a pause. Then the voice began again.
"Who'm I speaking to?"
"One of the porters, sir," Ernie answered.