“They look like it,” replied the other tartly, as if she repented the good office.
Robinson went in to his master. He expected a rebuke for being out of the way; but no! he found the young gentleman in excellent humor and high spirits. “Help me off with this coat, Tom.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Oh! not so rough, confound you. Ah! Ugh!”
“Coat's a little too tight, sir.”
“No it isn't—it fits me like a glove but I am stiff and sore. There, now, get me a shirt.”
Robinson came back with the shirt, and aired it close to the fire; and this being a favorable position for saying what he felt awkward about, he began:
“Mr. Miles, sir.”
“Hallo!”
“I am going to ask you a favor.”