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The Inconsiderate Waiter

           

           “Yes,sir,”saidWilliam.

           “Whatisherconfoundedailment?”

           “Shewasallusoneofthedelicatekind,butfullofspirit,andyousee,sir,shehashadababy-girllately

           “William,howdareyou,”Isaid,butinthesamemomentIsawthatthisfathermightbeusefultome.“Howdoesyourbabysleep,William?”Iaskedinalowvoice,“howdoesshewakeup?whatdoyouputinherbath?”

           Isawsurpriseinhisface,soIhurriedonwithoutwaitingforananswer.“Thatlittlegirlcomesherewithamessagefromyourwife?”

           “Yes,sir,everyevening;she’smyeldest,andthreenodsfromhermeansthatthemissusisalittlebetter.”

           “Therewerethreenodsto-day?”

           “Yes,sir.

           “Isupposeyouliveinsomelowpart,William?”

           Theimpudentfellowlookedasifhecouldhavestruckme.“OffDruryLane,”hesaid,flushing,“butitisn’tlow.Andnow,”hegroaned,“she’safearedshewilldiewithoutmybeingtheretoholdherhand.”

           “Sheshouldnotsaysuchthings.”

           “Sheneversaysthem,sir.Shealluspretendstobefeelingstronger.ButIknowswhatisinhermindwhenIamleavingthehouseinthemorning,forthenshelooksatmefromherbed,andIlooksatherfromthedooroh,myGod,sir!”

           “William!”

           AtlasthesawthatIwasangry,anditwascharacteristicofhimtobegmypardonandwithdrawhiswifeasifsheweresomeunsuccessfuldish.Itriedtoforgethisvulgarstoryinbilliards,buthehadspoiledmygame,andnextdaytopunishhimIgavemyordersthroughanotherwaiter.

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