"If I was to go, who would look after 'im?" He jerked his head
toward his master. "Who would 'e get to serve 'im?"

"Someone else," I suggested lamely.

"Not 'e. No one would stay a week. If I was to go, that 'ouse
would run down like a watch with the mainspring out. I'm telling
you because you're 'is friend, and you ought to know. If I was
to take 'im at 'is word--but there, I wouldn't have the 'eart.
'E and the missus would be like two babes left out in a bundle.
I'm just everything. And then 'e goes and gives me notice."

"Why would no one stay?" I asked.

"Well, they wouldn't make allowances, same as I do. 'E's a very
clever man, the master--so clever that 'e's clean balmy
sometimes. I've seen 'im right off 'is onion, and no error.
Well, look what 'e did this morning."

"What did he do?"

Austin bent over to me.

"'E bit the 'ousekeeper," said he in a hoarse whisper.

"Bit her?"

"Yes, sir. Bit 'er on the leg. I saw 'er with my own eyes
startin' a marathon from the 'all-door."