Buster did so, and Lord Brooking stepped quickly into the room.
Chapter Twenty-Four
TOM MOORE HEARS OF A POLITICAL APPOINTMENT
"Lord Brooking," cried Bessie in surprise, rising from the table. "I thought you were still on the Continent."
"Not I, Mistress Dyke. I returned yesterday. So, Mr. Moore, you have been getting into trouble, have you?"
"Did you ever hear of an Irishman who was able to keep out of it long?" asked Sheridan, waving his hand in greeting to the young nobleman.
"Your lordship has come just in time. Buster, call that bulldog away before Lord Brooking bites him. Get another plate, lad. Sherry, move up and make room for his lordship."
"There hain't any more plites," said Buster in a hoarse whisper.
"Then get a saucer," commanded Moore, gaily.
"No, no, Tom," said his lordship. "I 've just dined."