Presently young Cheese came leaping into it. "The breakfast's ready," cried he.
Jan stretched out his long arm, and pinned Master Cheese.
"What have you been saying to Miss Deb?" he asked. "Look here; who is your master now?"
"You are, I suppose," said the young gentleman.
"Very well. You just bear that in mind; and don't go carrying tales indoors of what Deerham says. Attend to your own business and leave Dr. West's alone."
Master Cheese was considerably astonished. He had never heard such a speech from easy Jan.
"I say, though, are you going to turn out a bashaw with three tails?" asked he.
"Yes," replied Jan. "I have promised Dr. West to keep you in order, and I shall do it."