When, lo! there came a tapping at the door:
“Come in!” he cried,
And in another minute by his side
Stood John the footboy, with the morning paper,
Wet from the press. O’er Roebuck’s cheek
There passed a momentary gleam of joy,
Which spoke, as plainly as a smile could speak,
“Your master’s speech is in that paper, boy.”
He waved his hand—the footboy left the room—
Roebuck pour’d out a cup of Hyson bloom;