“He’s none the worse for that, if he didn’t take too much after he got there.”
“And he didn’t; only three glasses—I counted them—between breakfast and dinner.”
“Little enough!”
“You’d have thought so if you had only seen how his friends pressed him, a dozen times, to take more.”
“But he wouldn’t?”
“They couldn’t make him. He’s just the man for a watchman, I’m sure.” The third servant now appeared.
“And where did your man go?” asked his master.
“To church,” replied the servant.
“Did you follow him?”
“You told me to, and I did, and sat in the pew right behind him.” At this the other men laughed.