“Thank you, Peterson. You are a very accommodating fellow. By the way, here is something for which I have no great use,” Margate added, producing a bank note and slipping it into the butler’s hand. “Favor me by accepting it.[Pg 33]”
Peterson smiled now, and appeared pleased.
“Thank you, Mr. Garside, sir,” he said, with some feeling. “Thank you very much, sir.”
“There is more, Peterson, where that came from,” Margate remarked significantly.
“I hope so, sir,” smiled Peterson. “I am glad to hear it, sir.”
“Any service you can do for me, Peterson, will always be well repaid.”
“No doubt, sir. Really, sir, I have not a doubt of it,” Peterson vouchsafed.
“By the way, what about Madame Clayton this evening?” questioned Margate, still pausing at the base of the stairs.
“She is just the same, Mr. Garside, sir,” said Peterson, at once serious and solemn again.
“That’s too bad.”