If only Nobbs could have been "he," no doubt whatever he would have "done it" very big indeed. But he would have left out of his copy that part of Raleigh's nature which, in spite of the whiskey and the cutty, and the rest of it, made him still a perfect gentleman at heart. Nobbs didn't want to be a perfect gentleman.
CHAPTER XVII.
LANCING up from his betting-book, Raleigh caught sight of someone on the lawn, and went to the window to see who it was.
It was then that Grandfather Iden raised his great grey hat, and brought it with so lowly a sweep down to the very ground before this demi-god of his.
"Hullo! Fred, I say! Come, quick!" dragging him off the sofa. "Here's the Behemoth."