Jeekie learnt all that in servant's hall palaver.
No, not now, other time.

Everyone tell everything to Jeekie, poor old African fool, and he look up an answer, 'O law! you don't say so ?' but keep his eyes and ears open all the same." "I'll be bound you do, Jeekie," replied Alan, laughing again.

"Well, go on keeping them open, and give me those trousers." "Yes, Major," answered Jeekie, reassuming his grand manner, "I shall continue to collect information which may prove to your advantage, but personally I wish that you were clear of the whole caboodle, except Miss Barbara." "Hear, hear," ejaculated Alan, "there goes the gong.

Mind you come in and help to wait," and hurrying into his coat he departed downstairs.
The guests were gathered in the hall drinking sherry and bitters, a proceeding that to Alan's mind set a stamp upon the house.

His host, Mr.
Champers-Haswell, came forward and greeted him with much affectionate enthusiasm, and Alan noticed that he looked very pale, also that his thoughts seemed to be wandering, for he introduced a French banker to him as a noted Jew, and the noted Jew as the French banker, although the distinction between them was obvious and the gentlemen concerned evidently resented the mistake.