"James, sir," answered the other, touching his damp forelock.
"Are they drunk?" asked Mrs. De Peyton, with fresh enthusiasm.
"No, they are not, poor fellows," cried Penelope. "They have taken nothing but water."
"By Jove, deuced clever that," drawled the duke. "Eh?" to the New
Yorker.
"Deuced," from the Knickerbocker.
"Well, well, what's it all about?" demanded Bazelhurst.
"Mr. Shaw, sir," said James.
"Good Lord, couldn't you rescue him?" in horror.
"He rescued us, sir," mumbled Tompkins.
"You mean—"