Personally, I liked the girl, though she
broke all precedent by attending upon us in a silk blouse and a
tailor-made tweed skirt.
When I wandered downstairs before dinner I came upon her again, this
time unmistakably in the arms of the ubiquitous boots. I had walked
innocently into a small sitting-room where a lamp already shone, and I
came upon the romantic picture unexpectedly. With a murmured word of
inarticulate apology I made to retire.
"It's all right, old fruit, don't hurry away," said boots affably.
"Awfully sorry, and all that. Quite forgot it was a public room, don't
you know."
The chambermaid giggled once more and bolted, straightening her cap as
she went.
"You don't mind, do you?" continued boots, making a clumsy show of
trimming the lamp. "Warm is the greeting when seas have rolled between
us. Perhaps not quite that, but you see the idea, eh?"
He would doubtless have said more, being evidently of a cheery nature,
had not the waitress of the afternoon appeared in the doorway, her face
as frozen as a mask of ice.
"Bob--kennel!" she said sharply, and held the door wide.
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