Mr. Harrison inclined himself in unutterable perplexity.
"Keep your eye upon him."
"Sir?"
"I say, keep your eye especially upon that feller James Bush."
"Certainly, sir."
"Don't let him be too much for you, Mr. Harrison. He may have ways; he may be such a man as Ezekiel, there's no knowing. But I hold you responsible—Mrs. Lite and me, we hold you entirely responsible for everything that man may do in the home."
The groom of the chambers, having now gathered that a person of the name of James Bush was coming into Ribton Marches, doubtless as a member of the Londoners' tribe, and that he was to be specially watched by order of the Emperor, was comparatively at ease. He inclined himself again.
"I shall see to him, sir. Depend upon me."
"We do depend upon you, Mr. Harrison—we do, don't we, Henrietta?"
"Mercy knows—we do!" sobbed the Empress.