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"Ah, Brimberly," nodded his master, "you are not in bed yet--good!"
"No, sir," answered Mr. Brimberly, "I'm not in bed yet, sir, but when
you rang I was in the very hact, sir--"
"First of all," said Young R., selecting a cigar, "let me introduce you
to--er--my friend, Spike!"
Hereupon Mr. Brimberly rolled his eyes in Spike's direction, glanced him
over, touched either whisker, and bowed--and lo! those fleecy whiskers
were now eloquent of pompous dignity, beholding which Spike shuffled his
feet, averted his eyes, and twisted his cap into a very tight ball
indeed.
But now Brimberly turned his eyes (and his whiskers) on his master, who
had taken out his watch.
"Brimberly," said he, "it is now very nearly two o'clock."
"Very late, sir--oh, very late, sir--indeed, I was in the very hact of
goin' to bed, sir--I'd even unbuttoned my waistcoat, sir, when you
rang--two o'clock, sir--dear me, a most un-'oly hour, sir--"
"Consequently, Brimberly, I am thinking of taking a little outing--"
"Certingly, sir--oh, certingly!"
"And I want some other clothes--"
"Clothes, sir--yessir.


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