Hawce barrer an street pianner Hawtellian, lidy:
thet's wot e is. Kepn Brarsbahnd's respects to yr honors; an e
awites yr commawnds.
RANKIN. Shall we go indoors to see him?
SIR HOWARD. I think we had better have a look at him by daylight.
RANKIN. Then we must lose no time: the dark is soon down in this
latitude. (To Drinkwater) Will ye ask him to step out here to us,
Mr. Drinkwotter?
DRINKWATER. Rawt you aw, gavner. (He goes officiously into the
house.)
Lady Cicely and Rankin sit down as before to receive the Captain.
The light is by this time waning rapidly, the darkness creeping
west into the orange crimson.
LADY CICELY (whispering). Don't you feel rather creepy, Mr.
Rankin? I wonder what he'll be like.
RANKIN. I misdoubt me he will not answer, your leddyship.
There is a scuffling noise in the house; and Drinkwater shoots
out through the doorway across the garden with every appearance
of having been violently kicked. Marzo immediately hurries down
the garden on Sir Howard's right out of the neighborhood of the
doorway.
DRINKWATER (trying to put a cheerful air on much mortification and
bodily anguish). Narsty step to thet ere door tripped me hap, it
did. (Raising his voice and narrowly escaping a squeak of pain)
Kepn Brarsbahnd. (He gets as far from the house as possible, on
Rankin's left. Rankin rises to receive his guest.)
An olive complexioned man with dark southern eyes and hair comes
from the house.
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