“What, you rascal, would you call me names?”
Brett writhed convulsively, and the waiter backed towards the door.
“No, sir, I was callin’ no names. We don’t get too many perks—we waiters don’t, sir. I was out of bed until one o’clock and up again at six. That’s wot I call hard work, sir.”
“It is outrageous. Take five cigars.”
“Thank you kindly, sir.”
“What kept you up till one o’clock?”
“Gossip, sir—just silly gossip. All about Mrs. Capella, an’ Beechcroft, an’ I don’t know wot”
“Indeed, and who was so interested in these topics as to spoil your beauty sleep?”
“The new gentleman, who is so like Mr. David.”
“How very interesting,” said the barrister, who certainly did not expect this revelation.