"What d'ye mean?" demanded Mr. Vickers, blustering.
"You know what I mean," said his daughter, "standing outside and sending Bill Russell in to get you beer. That's what I mean."
Mr. Vickers turned, and with a little dramatic start intimated that he had caught sight of Mr. Russell for the first time that evening. Mr. Russell himself sought to improve the occasion.
"Wish I may die—" he began, solemnly.
"Like a policeman," continued Selina, regarding her father indignantly.
"I wish I was a policeman," muttered Mr. Vickers. "I'd show some of you."
"What have you got to say for yourself?" demanded Miss Vickers, shortly.
"Nothing," said the culprit. "I s'pose I can stand where I like? There's no law agin it."
"Do you mean to say that you didn't send Bill in to get you some beer?" said his daughter.
"Certainly not," said Mr. Vickers, with great indignation. "I shouldn't think of such a thing."