Hartopp made an effort: he stopped Dwala as they went downstairs.
‘Let’s understand one another clearly, Prince What’s-your-name. If I come, I come as a free man: Joey too. We come as gentry, or we don’t come at all. The servants are to treat us with respect as such. Do you see?’
‘Of course, of course.’
‘We’ll have the best of everything: eat what we like, drink what we like, spend as much money as we like. Do you see? No d——d philanthropy.’
‘I promise you solemnly.’
‘That’s right.’
The cabman was paid off and the boxes were brought in.
‘Both Joey’s,’ said Hartopp: ‘I’ve brought nothing.’
‘I’ll have a fire in my bedroom, please,’ said Joey.
Huxtable came in at tea-time and recounted three amusing anecdotes, at which Joey stared in awe and the old man chuckled faintly. The butler inquired if the young lady would like a maid to unpack her boxes. Joey declined: she would do it herself.