He stood and gazed
at her in frank admiration; only when she sprang forward to shake
hands with Waymark did he recover himself sufficiently to go through
the ceremony of introducing Julian. It was done with all
stateliness.
"An improvement this on the masters' room, eh, Waymark?" cried Mr.
O'Gree. Then, suddenly interrupting him self, "And that reminds me!
We've got a lodger."
"Already?"
"And who d'ye think? Who d'ye think? You wouldn't guess if you went
on till Christmas. Ho, ho, ho! I'm hanged if I tell you. Wait and
see!"
"Shall I call him down?" asked Sally, who in the meantime had
brought in the tea-pot, and the crumpets, and a dish of slices from
the round of beef on the counter, and boiled eggs, and sundry other
dainties.
O'Gree, unable to speak for mirth, nodded his head, and presently
Sally returned, followed by--Mr. Egger. Waymark scarcely
recognised his old friend, so much had the latter changed: instead
of the old woe-begone look, Egger's face wore a joyous smile, and
his outer man was so vastly improved that he had evidently fallen on
a more lucrative profession. Waymark remembered O'Gree's chance
meeting with the Swiss, but had heard nothing of him since; nor
indeed had O'Gree till a day or two ago.
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