“Here, in this mansion, Gustavus. Me and you’ve got to take the telescope out of the drawing-room, and Master Hennessey says if we wish we can chuck it in Piccadilly.”
The round eyes of Gustavus brightened.
“That is my wish, Mr. Ferdinand,” he exclaimed. “Here’s a lark!”
He sprang up. But Mr. Ferdinand checked his very agreeable vivacity.
“I am your head, Gustavus,” he remarked, with severe ambiguity, “and master having also said that, if we wish, we can set the instrument in the butler’s pantry, I have decided that so it shall moreover be. It will be very useful to us there.”
“Useful, Mr. Ferdinand! However—?”
“Never mind, Gustavus, never mind,” replied Mr. Ferdinand with some acrimony.
Being of a dignified nature he did not care to explain to a subordinate that there was a very pleasant-looking second-cook just arrived at the house of the Lord Chancellor on the opposite side of the square.