"Certingly, sir—at once, sir—"
"Unless you think you ought to give them each a handful of my cigars—"
But Mr. Brimberly had already bundled his dazed guests to the door, out of the door, and out of the house, with very little ceremony.
It was a very deferential and officiously eager Brimberly who presently knocked and, bowing very frequently, begged to know how he might be of further service.
"Might I get you a little supper, sir? We 'ave 'am, sir, we 'ave beef, cold, salmon and cucumber likewise cold, a ditto chicken—"
"That sounds rather a quaint bird," said Ravenslee.
"Yes, sir, very good, sir, chicken an' a nice slice of 'am, sir, say, and—"
"Thank you, Brimberly, I dined late."
"Why then, sir, a sandwich or so, pray permit me, sir, cut nice an' thin, sir—"
"Thank you—no."