A discreet cough sounded in the background.
'You haven't anything, by any chance, sir,' asked Murgatroyd, 'that's good for lumbago?'
'Mulliner's Ease-o will cure the most stubborn case in six days.'
'Bless you, sir, bless you,' sobbed Murgatroyd. 'Where can I get it?'
'At all chemists.'
'It catches me in the small of the back principally, sir.'
'It need catch you no longer,' said Wilfred.
There is little to add. Murgatroyd is now the most lissom butler in Yorkshire. Sir Jasper's weight is down under the fifteen stone and he is thinking of taking up hunting again. Wilfred and Angela are man and wife; and never, I am informed, had the wedding-bells of the old church at ffinch village rung out a blither peal than they did on that June morning when Angela, raising to her love a face on which the brown was as evenly distributed as on an antique walnut table, replied to the clergyman's question, 'Wilt thou, Angela, take this Wilfred?' with a shy, 'I will'. They now have two bonny bairns—the small, or Percival, at a preparatory school in Sussex, and the large, or Ferdinand, at Eton.
Here Mr Mulliner, having finished his hot Scotch, bade us farewell and took his departure.