Part 33 (2/2)
”Why are you two men up in town?” she said harshly
”Well, the fact is, s in the sweet threes, and as the gentle any coh to spare ht and let Orthur coh money matters without a witness”
”Oh,” said the housekeeper, speaking with her lips very close together, but without drawing back ”Then why have you both come here? This is not a broker's”
”No, h
”I was not speaking to you, sir,” said the housekeeper, turning upon hioodness to keep your place”
”Certainly,pardon, ma'am”
”Now, Mr Roach; what do you want here?”
”Want here, o to my broker without my warrants”
The housekeeper's pale face looked ly at the other, who looked colance at Arthur, who evidently expected it and did not look, but busied hiht, the said piece of vanity taking the shape of a couple of bronze fox-head cuff studs, which he drew beyond the sleeves of his coat
”You can go down into your pantry and get what you require,” said the housekeeper, coldly, and she made way for the butler to enter Arthur was about to follow ”No,” she said sharply, ”you can wait”
”Wait--here, ma'am?”
”Yes,” said the housekeeper, decisively, and she made as if to shut the door ”Or, no; you can sit down inside”
Arthur brightened up, and stepped in jauntily, the housekeeper closing the door
”You need not take your portmanteau doith you, Roach”
”No, ma'am, of course not,” said the butler, respectfully
”Here, I'llforward to take the valise, after standing his own on end
The butler was a few steps in the hall, the housekeeper between theht, as he took a step forward, taking his overcoat fro it out the while, as if about to double it afresh Then, quick as thought, he stepped aside, threw it over the wos, sharp!”
Roach stood for a moment as if bewildered Then at an oath from his coling wos, lifted her up, and in spite of her se
”Doith her; pantry,” said the footman, sharply, and they carried her quickly down the basement to the butler's pantry, where they laid her on the table
”Fetch the trunks, old e
Quiet, you old cat, or I'll choke you!”
He tightened the coat with a couple, of twists as he spoke, but the faint cry continued
”Bah! let her squeak; she ht howl for a month, and no one could hear”