“I know what name, Deemster.”
“You have no objection?”
“None whatever, Deemster.”
Phillip drew a long breath. “I am not Deemster yet, Jemmy. Perhaps it might have been... but God knows. You are a good fellow—I shall not forget it.”
He made a motion as if to dismiss the man, but Jemmy did not go.
“Beg pardon, your honor—”
“Yes?”
“Your honour has eaten nothing at breakfast—and the bed wasn't slept in last night.”
“I was riding late—then I had work to do.”
“But I heard your foot on the floor—-it woke me times.”