And while he dined he used to read
What Prothero had said last night,
And felt that he was doing right.
He didn't notice food was short;
He quite forgot Lord Devonport.
THE TWO CONSTABLES.
It happened one evening when my wife was staying away with her mother, in the dark months of last winter, when we were without servants, and I was glad to have received an invitation from my neighbour Jones to dinner.
He and his wife welcomed me warmly, and their rather unintelligent maid had just brought in the saddle of mutton—a great weakness of mine—when we heard a firm knock on the hall door. She returned to say that someone wanted to speak to Mr. Brown immediately. "Who is it?" I demanded. "I don't know, Sir," said the girl, "but he looks like a policeman."