“Gone to ’ave a drink with the driver.”
“Well, leave that there trunk an’ fetch up Lady Ann’s dressin’-case.”
“Whatsay?”
Albert’s inability to hear unwelcome tidings was a maddening complaint.
His great-aunt looked volumes.
“You ’eard well enough jus’ now,” she said in a shaking voice.
“Bob tole me to wait ’ere.”
“An’ I tell you to fetch up Lady Ann’s case.”
“Whatsay?”
Aunt Harriet left the window and erupted from the room.