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The Inconsiderate Waiter

           “William,”Isaid,“youarenotattendingtome!”

           Tobefairtohim,heshook,butnevershallIforgethisaudaciousapology,“Begpardon,sir,butIwasthinkingofsomethingelse.”

           Andimmediatelyhiseyesresoughtthewindow,andthisburstfromhimpassionately,“ForGod’ssake,sir,aswearemanandman,tellmeifyouhaveseenalittlegirllookingupattheclub-windows.”

           Manandman!Buthehadbeenagoodwaiteronce,soIpointedoutthegirltohim.AssoonasshesawWilliamsheranintothemiddleofPallMall,regardlessofhansoms(manyofwhichseemedtopassoverher),noddedherheadsignificantlythreetimesandthendisappeared(probablyonastretcher).ShewasthetawdriestlittleArabofabouttenyears,butseemedtohavebroughtrelieftoWilliam.“ThankGod!”saidhefervently,andintheworsttaste.

           Iwasasmuchhorrifiedasifhehaddroppedaplateonmytoes.“Bread,William,”Isaidsharply.

           “Youarenotvexedwithme,sir?”hehadthehardihoodtowhisper.

           “Itwasaliberty,”Isaid.

           “Iknow,sir,butIwasbesidemyself.”

           “Thatwasalibertyagain.”

           “Itismywife,sir,she

           SoWilliam,whomIhadfavouredinsomanyways,wasamarriedman.Ifeltthatthiswasthegreatestlibertyofall.

           Igatheredthatthetroublesomewomanwasailing,andasonewholikesafterdinnertobelievethatthereisnodistressintheworld,IdesiredtobetoldbyWilliamthatthesignalsmeantherreturntohealth.Heansweredinconsiderately,however,thatthedoctorfearedtheworst.

           “Bah,thedoctor,”Isaidinarage.

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