“All right. Sit down at the table.”
William’s spirits soared sky high.
He sat at the table and the cook put a large plate of bread and butter before him.
William set to work at once. The house-maid regarded him scornfully.
“Learnt ’is way of eatin’ at the Zoo,” she said pityingly.
The kitchen-maid giggled again and gave William another wink. William had given himself up to whole-hearted epicurean enjoying of his bread and butter and took no notice of them. At this moment the butler entered.
He subjected the quite unmoved William to another long survey.
“When next you come a-hentering of this ’ouse, my boy,” he said, “kindly remember that the front door is reserved for gentry an’ the back for brats.”
William merely looked at him coldly over a hunk of bread and butter. Mentally he knocked him off the list of nugget-receivers.
The butler looked sadly round the room.