"Why, you old—thievin'—vagabone!" gasped Joe, as Ravenslee gravely handed over the money.
"Vagabone yourself!" said the Old Un, counting the bills over in trembling fingers. "The Guv wants a bath—take 'im away—'ook it, d'j 'ear?"
"Has Patterson got everything ready, Joe?" enquired Ravenslee, taking up his clothes.
"No, sir," mumbled Joe, "but I'll have ye bath ready in a jiffy, sir."
"But where's Patterson?"
"Well, 'e—'e 's out, sir."
"And the footmen?"
"They're out, sir."
"Oh! And the housekeeper—er—what's her name—Mrs. Smythe?"
"Gone to call on her relations, sir."