Of course." "If _you_ please," said Mrs.Greeve ominously, so Lansing continued upward; Selwyn descended; Mrs.Greeve waved him into the icy parlour, where he presently found her straightening her "front" with work-worn fingers.
"Captain Selwyn, I deemed it my duty to set up in order to inform you of certain special doin's," she said haughtily.
"What 'doings' ?" he inquired.
"Mr.Erroll's, sir.

Last night he evidentially found difficulty with the stairs and I seen him asleep on the parlour sofa when I come down to answer the milkman, a-smokin' a cigar that wasn't lit, with his feet on the angelus." "I'm very, very sorry, Mrs.Greeve," he said--"and so is Mr.Erroll.

He and I had a little talk to-day, and I am sure that he will be more careful hereafter." "There is cigar-holes burned into the carpet," insisted Mrs.Greeve, "and a mercy we wasn't all insinuated in our beds, one window-pane broken and the gas a blue an' whistlin' streak with the curtains blowin' into it an' a strange cat on to that satin dozy-do; the proof being the repugnant perfume." "All of which," said Selwyn, "Mr.Erroll will make every possible amends for.

He is very young, Mrs.Greeve, and very much ashamed, I am sure.

So please don't make it too hard for him." She stood, little slippered feet planted sturdily in the first position in dancing, fat, bare arms protruding from the kimona, her work-stained fingers linked together in front of her.