Mr. Crampy had a nervous manner and spoke somewhat indistinctly; but Bessie was able to gather he had come all the way from London to inspect their china.
"Please to step inside," she said.
Mr. Crampy did so, and Bessie led him like a lamb into the kitchen, where she announced to Kezia, "Gentleman come to see the cloam."
"That's one lot on the dresser," gasped Kezia, wondering how many more inquisitors would arrive. "The best dinner service is in the pantry," she added.
Mr. Crampy grew more nervous, but managed to explain he had come to see a certain Mr. Drake.
"I beg your pardon, sir, I'm sure," said Bessie, "but I fancied you said something about china."
"Yes, I have come to see a pair of vases," stammered Mr. Crampy.
"Best tell Mr. George a gentleman wants to see 'en," said Kezia, when the situation threatened to become painful.
A minute later Mr. Crampy was left to cool in the dining room. Presently George descended the stairs, carrying a large white candle beneath each arm. He apologised for the stupidity of the servants, then locked the door, and placed the precious bundles on the table, with the announcement, "I didn't show these things to the other man for, to tell you the truth, I was afraid he might place a ridiculously false value upon them. I expect you know what's what in this particular line?"
"I am supposed to have a very fair knowledge of Chinese porcelain. A great deal of it passes through my hands," said Mr. Crampy, who was now perfectly composed.