Hell's
Kitchen suits me admirably, consequently in Hell's Kitchen I'll stay."
"Stay? Geoff, are ye crazy? What about Bud M'Ginnis?"
"M'Ginnis, my Arthur? Oh, Bud M'Ginnis may be--hush! Straighten the
cloth yonder, Spike; she's coming at last, by Heaven!"
CHAPTER XII
CONTAINING SOME DESCRIPTION OF A SUPPER PARTY
"Oh!" said Hermione, as she caught sight of Ravenslee's tall figure,
"you've come then, Mr. Geoffrey? I've been hoping and praying you
wouldn't! I mean--" she added hastily, in answer to his look, "I mean
I have only two miserable little chops for supper."
"S' all right, Hermy!" cried Spike. "I told you not to worry about the
eats. Look what's here--stand out o' the light, Geoff, so she can see
the table!"
"Why--why--what's all this?" she exclaimed, staring at the numerous
well-filled dishes with blue eyes very wide. "Oh, goodness
gracious--me!" and she turned to look at Mr. Ravenslee, who, meeting
that wondering glance, actually found himself stammering again.
"The fact is, Miss Hermione--er--I say the fact is we--Arthur and I--are
giving a little supper to-night in honour of--of--er--my birthday.
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