“But up here, Tom!”
“Yes, up here, gov’nor. A man must have something to take the taste of this nasty wedding out of his mouth.”
“But how came it to be here, Tom?”
“I ordered the wine merchant to send it in, and here it is.”
“But does her ladyship know?”
“Skeercely, gov’nor, as the Yankee said.”
“But did—did you pay for it yourself, my boy?”
“No; I told ’em to put it down in the bill. Here, tip that off.”
Tom filled a couple of small tumblers, and handed one to his father, who took it with trembling fingers.
“But really, my boy, this is very reprehensible. I—I—I—I—as your father, I feel bound to say—”