As your trustee--" Coffee was brought in at this moment, carried, not by one of the discreet parlour-maids, but by a young man-servant.

Mr.Taynton, with the port still by him, refused it, but looked rather curiously at the servant.
Morris however mixed himself a cup in which cream, sugar, and coffee were about equally mingled.
"A new servant of your mother's ?" he asked, when the man had left the room.
"Oh no.

It's my man, Martin.

Awfully handy chap.

Cleans silver, boots and the motor.