"You mean in the sing-songs? Well, they'll spare the burnt cork certainly."
"Well, that's an idea too," said Acton, laughing, "but not the one I had. That will keep."
Worcester might have some curiosity to know what Acton's idea was, but he wasn't going to inquire anything about the niggers.
"It's awfully brickish of you, Worcester," said Acton, as Grim was heard trotting up the corridor "to stand down."
"Not at all; the sacrifice is on your altar."
"Then allons. Here's Grim knocking, and I've to see Corker at 9.40. You'll excuse me."
Grim came in and commenced to clear away, and the two sallied out.