“What's all this about my boot?” demanded Mr. Longcluse, peremptorily. “Who has got it?”
“A man called for it this morning, Sir.”
“What man?”
“I think he said he came from Mr. Armagnac's, Sir.”
“You think. Say what you know, Sir. What did he say?” said Mr. Longcluse, looking dangerous.
“Well, Sir,” said the man, mending his case, “he did say, Sir, he came from Mr. Armagnac's, and wanted the right boot.”
“What right boot?—any right boot?”
“No, Sir, please; the right boot of the pair you wore last night,” answered the servant.
“And you gave it to him?”
“Yes, Sir, 'twas me,” answered Charles.