"
Coristine ventured, "Because then your hands were in your cuffies, but
now your coffee's in your hand." This was hooted down as perfectly
inadmissible, Miss Carmichael asking him how he dared to make such an
exhibition of himself. Mr. Errol was wrestling with something like
Toulouse and Toulon, but could not conquer it. Then the detective said:
"If the ledies will be kind eneugh not to listen, I should enswer,
Before I wes loose in my hebits, end now I em tight."
Of course the Captain applauded, but the lawyer's reprover remarked to
him that she did not think that last at all a nice word. He agreed with
her that it was abominable, that no language was strong enough to
reprobate it, and then they left the table.
There was trouble in the kitchen. Timotheus and Maguffin had each a
Sunday suit of clothes, which they had donned. Sylvanus and Rufus having
special claims on Tryphena, she had put their wet garments in a
favourable place, and, being quite dry, handed them in to her befrilled
brother, early in the morning, through a half open doorway. The
constable, attired in the garb presented to him by Sylvanus, having
fastened his prisoner securely with a second stall chain, entered the
house, and politely but stiffly wished the cook and housemaid "Good
morning.
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