CHAPTER IX
When Vivian rose in the morning a gentle tap at his door announced the presence of an early visitor, who, being desired to enter, appeared in the person of Essper George.
“Do you want anything, sir?” asked Essper, with a submissive air.
Vivian stared at him for a moment, and then ordered him to come in.
“I had forgotten, Essper, until this moment, that on returning to my room last night I found you sleeping at my door. This also reminds me of your conduct in the saloon yesterday; and as I wish to prevent the repetition of such improprieties, I shall take this opportunity of informing you, once for all, that if you do not in future conduct yourself with more discretion, I must apply to the Maitre d’Hôtel. Now, sir, what do you want?”
Essper was silent, and stood with his hands crossed on his breast, and his eyes fixed on the ground.
“If you do not want anything, quit the room immediately.”
Here the singular being began to weep.
“Poor fellow!” thought Vivian, “I fear, with all thy wit and pleasantry, thou art, after all, but one of those capriccios which Nature sometimes indulges in, merely to show how superior is her accustomed order to eccentricities, even accompanied with rare powers.”