The creams, jellies, and pâtisserie were equally good, and Tom took care the young ladies should have plenty.
Nor was Harry Netterville less attentive, though Rose was far more easily satisfied.
Claret-cup and sherry were the beverages, and the glasses were constantly replenished by Pledger Dapp.
Ever since the supper began, Walter had disappeared. At length, his absence was remarked by Flora and Clotilde.
“I don't see your fine footman, Mr. Tom,” said the former. “I suppose he won't wait at supper?”
“Can't say,” replied Tom. “He does pretty much as he likes.”
“Now, do tell me, Mr. Tom,” said Clotilde, “is he really a footman?”
“To be sure he is!” cried Tom. “What do you take him for?”
“I take him for a gentleman,” said Flora.
“And so do I,” added Clotilde.