“He do make de devil of misverstandness wit his whatye-call-'em,” added the Pole, contemptuously.
And poor Purvis, rebuked on every side, was obliged to fall back beside Martha and her embroidery.
“My Lady,” resumed Haggerstone, “is served at eleven o'clock. The moment Granzini's solo is over in the ballet, an express is sent off to order dinner. The table is far more costly than Midchekoff's.”
“I do believe well,” said the Count, who always, for nationality's sake, deemed it proper to abuse the Russian. “De Midchekoff cook tell me he have but ten paoli how you say par tete by the tete for his dinner; dat to include everyting, from the caviar to de sheeze.”
“That was not the style at the Pavilion formerly,” roared out Haggerstone, repeating the remark in Foglass's ear.
And the ex-consul smiled blandly towards Mrs. Ricketts, and said he 'd take anything to England for her “with pleasure.”
“He 's worse than ever,” remarked Haggerstone, irritably. “When people have a natural infirmity, they ought to confine themselves to their own room.”
“Particularly when it is one of the tem-tem-temper,” said Purvis, almost choked with passion.
“Better a hasty temper than an impracticable tongue, sir.” said Haggerstone.
“Be quiet, Scroope,” added Mrs. Ricketts; and he was still. Then, turning to the Colonel, she went on: “How thankful we ought to be that we never knew these people! They brought letters to us, some, indeed, from dear and valued friends. That sweet Diana Comerton, who married the Duke of Ellewater, wrote a most pressing entreaty that I should call upon them.”