“That’s a little curious, isn’t it? You become intoxicated everywhere, perhaps?”
“I’ve never been intoxicated in my life, my lord,” said I, humbly but firmly.
“Then you dispute the justice of your dismissal?”
“Yes, my lord.” I thought such protest due to my original.
He looked at me closely, smoking his cigar the while.
“You made love to the chambermaids?” he asked suddenly.
“No, my lord. One evening, my lord, it was very hot, and—and the wine, my lord—”
“Then you were intoxicated?”
I fumbled with my hat, praying that the fellow would move on.
“What servants are there?” he asked, pointing to the house.