“There’s the lift!” Colin ejaculated.
“It’ll only be Mike t-taking a run down and up,” said Stephen. “I understand that Mike’s playing with the lift is rather unpopular.”
“I bet it’s the bum,” said Colin. “Has Baskett been warned? I mean he may just lavishly show him in.”
“If Baskett doesn’t know a bailiff’s man,” said Lord Charles warmly, “after having lived with us for fifteen years, he is a stupider fellow than I take him for.”
“There’s the bell!” cried Lady Charles.
“It’s all right,” said Henry. “It’ll only be Robin’s luggage.”
“Thank heaven! Robin darling, you’d like to see your room, wouldn’t you? Frid, darling, show Robin her room. It’s too tiny and absurd, darling, but you won’t mind, will you? Actually it was meant for a hall, but Mike and Patch turned it into a sort of railway-station so we’re delighted to have it made sane again. I really must dress myself but I can’t resist waiting to hear the worst about the bum.”
“Here’s Mike,” said Frid.
Mike came back, still hopping on one leg, and singing:
“Hallelujah, I’m a bum!