He would have liked to keep it, but remembering Barbara's injunctions and the under-footman, threw it onto the fire and watched it burn.

Jeekie coughed to intimate that it was time for his master to dress, and Alan turned and looked at him in an absent-minded fashion.
He was worth looking at, was Jeekie.

Let the reader imagine a very tall and powerfully-built negro with a skin as black as a well-polished boot, woolly hair as white as snow, a little tufted beard also white, a hand like a leg of mutton, but with long delicate fingers and pink, filbert-shaped nails, an immovable countenance, but set in it beneath a massive brow, two extraordinary humorous and eloquent black eyes which expressed every emotion passing through the brain behind them, that is when their owner chose to allow them to do so.

Such was Jeekie.
"Shall I unlace your boots, Major ?" he said in his full, melodious voice and speaking the most perfect English.

"I expect that the gong will sound in nine and a half minutes." "Then let it sound and be hanged to it," answered Alan; "no, I forgot--I must hurry.