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The Inconsiderate Waiter

           ThatWilliamreplied(verysensibly)thatiftheclubwasshortofwaitersatsupper-timesomeofthegentlemenmightbekeptwaitingfortheirmarrow-bone.Thathesatupwithhismissusmostofthenight,andpretendedtoherthathegotsomenicelongnapsattheclub.Thatwhatshetalkedtohimaboutmostlywasthekid.ThatthekidwasinanotherpartofLondon(inchargeofapersoncalledtheoldwoman),becausetherewasanepidemicinIrene’sstreet.

           “Andwhatdoesthedoctorsayaboutyourmother?”

           “Hesometimessaysshewouldhaveachanceifshecouldgetherkidback.”

           “Nonsense.”

           “Andifshewastooktothecountry.”

           “ThenwhydoesnotWilliamtakeher?”

           “My!Andifshedrankportywine.”

           “Doesn’tshe?”

           “No.Butfather,hetellsher’bouthowthegentlemendrinksit.”

           Iturnedfromherwithrelief,butshecameafterme.

           “Ain’tyergoingtodoitthistime?”shedemandedwithafallingface.“Youdoneitlasttime.Itellheryoudoneit”shepointedtoherfriendwhowaslookingwistfullyatme“ain’tyoutoletherseeyoudoingofit?”

           ForamomentIthoughtthatherdesirewasanothershilling,butbyapieceofpantomimesheshowedthatshewantedmetoliftmyhattoher.SoIliftedit,andwhenIlookedbehindshehadherheadintheairandherneighbourwasgazingatherawestruck.Theselittlecreaturesarereallynotwithoutmerit.

           AboutaweekafterwardIwasinahiredlandau,holdinganewspaperbeforemyfacelestanyoneshouldseemeincompanyofawaiterandhiswife.

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