Mr. Posket.
And, Wyke. It is not at all necessary that Mrs. Posket should know of my absence with Master Farringdon from home last night. Mrs. Posket’s present anxieties are more than sufficient. Inform Cook, and Popham, and the other servants that I shall recognise their discretion in the same spirit I have already displayed towards you.
Wyke.
[With sarcasm.] Thank you, sir. I will. [He produces from his waistcoat-pocket a small packet of money done up in newspaper, which he throws down upon the table.] Meanwhile, sir, I thought you would like to count up the little present of money you gave me last night, and in case you thought you’d been over-liberal, sir, you might halve the amount. It isn’t no good spoiling of us all, sir.
Lugg enters.
Mr. Posket.
You are an excellent servant, Wyke; I am very pleased. I will see you when you return from Lady Jenkins’s. Be quick.
Wyke.
Yes, sir. [To himself.] He won’t give me twopence again in a hurry.
[He goes out; Lugg is about to follow.