"If ye plaze, zur, there's a young man below wishes to see you," says the servant.
"Ha, tell 'im to clear out!" John having predestinated the "young man," he gave an apoplectic snort, relapsed into his lethargy, and the servant whirled down into the rotunda, and informed the "young man" what the gentleman desired.
"He did, eh?" says the young man, who looked as if he might be a clerk in an importing house. The young man left, in something of a high dudgeon.
"What'r yer at now?" roared John Thomas, a second time, roused by the servant's rat-tat-too.
"It's a gentleman wants to see yez's, zur."
"Tell him to go to the d—!" and John snored again.
"Is John in?" asks the gentleman, as the servant returns.
"Mister Thomas did yez mane, zur?"
"No, yes, it is (looking at his tablets) same thing, I suppose; Thomas Johns," says the gentleman.
"I belave it's right, zur," says the servant.