"One of the servants did it," said the Duchess, sending her eye among the menials in search of the culprit.
"T't! t't!" said Mr. Rodney, with all the testiness of a man who has failed in the moment of danger; "it is as bad as the gardener. Mr. Lite really should get proper characters with his servants."
The conversation here became general, and so when the Duchess suddenly exclaimed to Mr. Bush, her sonorous outcry was only heard by him.
"Heavens!" she said, "it was a gardener! The gardeners are all waiting at table."
Mr. Bush bounced; he rolled his eyes upon the servants in much confusion.
"They are," continued her Grace; "that creature with the sauce-boat was managing the roller, and that——"
"Hush!" said the paragon in a heavy whisper; "give over!"
"Why? They——"
"Give over, I tell yer!" Mr. Bush repeated, with an assumption of portentous mystery.