Burn's Justice, and a book of London club rules, and two
or three novels. He said he got books from the sarkilatin'
library.

"'Lunch is ready.'

"'What, eatin' agin? My goody!' thinks I, 'if you are so
fond of it, why the plague don't you begin airly? If
you'd a had it at five o'clock this morning, I'd a done
justice to it; now I couldn't touch it if I was to die.'

"There it was, though. Help yourself, and no thanks, for
there is no sarvants agin. The rule here is, no talk no
sarvants--and when it's all talk, it's all sarvants.

"Thinks I to myself, 'now, what shall I do till dinner-time,
for it rains so there is no stirrin' out?--Waiter, where
is eldest son?--he and I will have a game of billiards,
I guess.'

"'He is laying down, sir.'

"'Shows his sense,' sais I, 'I see, he is not the fool
I took him to be. If I could sleep in the day, I'de turn
in too. Where is second son?'

"'Left this mornin' in the close carriage, sir.'

"'Oh cuss him, it was him then was it?'