"No one, sir. I beg your pardon; I won't do it again."
Mr. Forde looked at the man to see if he was making game of him, but there was not a suspicion of a smile on Mr. Hankins' self-sufficient face.
"And who are you, sir?" inquired Mr. Forde, in the tone of a man who meant, "Now don't try to trifle with me or it will be the worse for you."
"Oh! I am foreman here," answered Mr. Hankins.
When he repeated this conversation afterwards, which he did many and many a time to admiring and appreciative audiences, he stated that when Mr. Forde began to "sir" him, he said to himself, "If you are going to get up it's time I got down, as the Irishman said when his pony got his foot in the stirrup."
"This seems a remarkably well-conducted business," observed Mr. Forde with a sneer.
"Well, I don't think it is what it once was," admitted Mr. Hankins with a touching modesty. "We do what we can, but since the governor's health has taken to failing, I am free to confess our colours ain't what they used to be."
And Mr. Hankins picked up a leaf and began to chew the stalk in a manner calculated to inspire confidence in his companion's bosom.
"Your colours are not what they used to be, then?" remarked Mr. Forde, imagining he was leading the man on.
"No, they ain't, sir. Not a day passes but we have a complaint or returns or a deuce of a row about the change in quality. And things were never like that when the governor was at his best. Ay, it was a bad day for Homewood when he quitted his old connection and took up with new people."