“What o’clock?” said the patient.
“It has just gone half past eight, sir,” replied the other. “I hope you have slept well.”
Jones noticed that this person did not “my Lord” him.
“Not a wink,” said he, “tossed and tumbled all night—oh, say—what do you think—”
The young man looked puzzled.
“And would you like anything now, sir?”
“Yes—my pants. I want to get up.”
“Certainly, sir, your bath is quite ready,” replied the other.
He went to the fire-place and touched an electric button, then he bustled about the room getting Jones’ garments together.
The bed-room had two doors, one leading to a sitting-room, one to a bath-room; in a minute the bath-room door opened and a voice queried, “Hot or cold?”