“Out with it!”
“You have been a kind master to me.”
“I should think I have, too. By Jove, you won't find such another in a hurry.”
“No, sir, I am sure I should not, but there is an opening for me of a different sort altogether. I have a friend, a squatter, near Bathurst, and I am to join him if you will be so kind as to let me go.”
“What an infernal nuisance!” cried the young gentleman, who was like most boys, good-natured and selfish. “The moment I get a servant I like he wants to go to the devil.”
“Only to Bathurst, sir,” said Robinson deprecatingly, to put him in a good humor.
“And what am I to do for another?”
At this moment in came Jenny with all the paraphernalia of breakfast. “Here, Jenny,” cried he, “here's Robinson wants to leave us. Stupid ass!”
Jenny stood transfixed with the tray in her hand. “Since when?” asked she of her master, but looking at Robinson.
“This moment. The faithful creature greeted my return with that proposal.”