'May I ask your name, sir?'
'Didn't I tell you not to call me "sir "?'
Plainly he was like his friend--didn't know what to make of me.
'I'll send Mr. Gayer to you.'
Presently in came a tall, thin old party, with a stoop. Old family servant written large all over him. Bound to have been in the house his whole life long. Served my father; probably my grandfather too. So I shot an arrow into the air.
'Hollo, Gayer! Why, you're as thin as I am.'
He came right into the room and took a squint at me.
'My lord!'
He gave a little hop.
'How do? I want something to eat. Now.'