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. There's the noo 'arris tweed, sir--"

"With holes in them, if possible, Brimberly."

"'Oles, sir! Beg parding, sir, but did you say 'oles, sir?"

"Also patches, Brimberly, the bigger the better!"

"Patches! Hexcuse me, sir, but--patches! I beg parding, but--" Mr.
Brimberly laid a feeble hand upon a twitching whisker.

"In a word, Brimberly," pursued his master, seating himself upon the
escritoire and swinging his leg, "I want some old clothes, shabby