"
"Y-yes, sir, music do affect 'em, sir--uncommonly, sir."
"Yes, makes them thirsty, doesn't it?"
"Why, Mr. Ravenslee, sir, I--that is, we did so far venture to--er--I
mean--oh, Lord!" and mopping perspiring brow, Mr. Brimberly groaned and
goggled helplessly from Mr. Jenkins who stood fumbling with his banjo to
Mr. Stevens who gaped fishlike.
"And now," said Young R., having viewed them each in turn, "if
these--er--very thirsty musicians have had enough of--er--my wine
to--er--drink, perhaps you'll be so obliging as to see them--off the
premises?"
"I--I beg parding, sir?"
"Please escort your friends off the premises."
"Certingly, sir--at once, sir--"
"Unless you think you ought to give them each a handful of my cigars--"
But Mr. Brimberly had already bundled his dazed guests to the door, out
of the door, and out of the house, with very little ceremony.
It was a very deferential and officiously eager Brimberly who presently
knocked and, bowing very frequently, begged to know how he might be of
further service.
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