'Ow's 'e to know that we buys beer with it?
We might 'ave tea, or ginger ale, or lime-juice and glycerine for all 'e knows!' Mr Sweater now began ponderously re-ascending the stairs and presently came into the room where Philpot was.

The latter greeted him with respectful cordiality: 'Good morning, sir.' 'Good morning.

You've begun painting up here, then.' 'Yes, sir, we've made a start on it,' replied Philpot, affably.
'Is this door wet ?' asked Sweater, glancing apprehensively at the sleeve of his coat.
'Yes, sir,' answered Philpot, and added, as he looked meaningly at the great man, 'the paint is wet, sir, but the PAINTERS is dry.' 'Confound it!' exclaimed Sweater, ignoring, or not hearing the latter part of Philpot's reply.

'I've got some of the beastly stuff on my coat sleeve.' 'Oh, that's nothing, sir,' cried Philpot, secretly delighted.

'I'll get that orf for yer in no time.