"Yessir," said Buster, "fer some joyous hoccasion. 'Ave hanother smell, sir?"
"No, no," exclaimed Moore, waving the boy away. "Get thee behind me, Satan. Don't tempt me, Buster, for I am not over strong in that direction. Cork it up tightly. They say it evaporates and it's too good to have even a drop wasted."
Buster stowed the little jug in the depths of the cupboard and returned briskly to where Moore was eating his dinner.
"Hi 've seen the shoemakers, sir," he announced.
"Ah, did you?"
"Yessir. The boots is hall done hand ready to be delivered."
"Good enough," commented Moore. "Did you appoint a time for them to come?"
"Hi did that, sir. One will be 'ere at four, the hother at twenty minutes past the hower," replied the youth, shaking his finger warningly at Lord Castlereagh, who manifested more interest in the eatables than was in strict accordance with good manners.
"First rate, Buster," said Moore, approvingly. "Is there any other news?"
The boy hesitated a moment, but with an effort continued: