At that moment Maria entered.
“Lunch is on the table, if you please, sir.”
“Ah, yes, lunch,” said the doctor. “Did you put a knife and fork for Master Dexter?”
“For who, sir!” said Maria, staring.
“For Master Dexter here,” said the doctor sharply. “Go and put them directly.”
Maria ran down to her little pantry, and then attacked Mrs Millett.
“Master’s going mad, I think,” she said. “Why, he’s actually going to have that boy at the table to lunch.”
“Never!”
“It’s a fact,” cried Maria; “and I’ve come down for more knives and forks.”
“And you’d better make haste and get ’em, then,” said the housekeeper; “master’s master, and he always will have his way.”