The Saturday evening post . eye. We shall want another teacup, Anderson. Im expect-ing two ladies to tea, he said. Two, sir? said Anderson, and there was a note of sur-prise in his suave and fruity voice. Yes. Why not? What is there surprising in it? saidAntony. Its generally one,sir, said Anderson in a faintly apolo-getic tone. Yes, I prefer one. But it cannot always be, saidAntony slowly in a tone of gentle regret. This onepreferred to bring a friend with her. I dont know doesnt know me well enough not to trust me. I sup-pose its a Bootle convention. They have queer ways in Bootle, s
The Saturday evening post . eye. We shall want another teacup, Anderson. Im expect-ing two ladies to tea, he said. Two, sir? said Anderson, and there was a note of sur-prise in his suave and fruity voice. Yes. Why not? What is there surprising in it? saidAntony. Its generally one,sir, said Anderson in a faintly apolo-getic tone. Yes, I prefer one. But it cannot always be, saidAntony slowly in a tone of gentle regret. This onepreferred to bring a friend with her. I dont know doesnt know me well enough not to trust me. I sup-pose its a Bootle convention. They have queer ways in Bootle, sir, said Andersonsolemnly. Oh, you know Bootle, do you? said Antony. He was surprised. He could not see Anderson in thatenterprising, go-ahead community. There was a ripe staid-ness about Anderson quite out of keeping with the hustleof modern industrialism which Antony believed to havebeen his perpetual possession. He saw him as a ripelystaid boy. I spent my boyhood in Bootle, sir, said Anderson. ILLUSTRATED BY H. M O W M T. Ive Reached the Time of Life, Sir, When I Like to Have Young People Mbout Me, and If the Fare Has BeenSimple the Cheerfulness Has Been Beyond Compare And a very nice place too, Im sure, said Antony withpolite enthusiasm. A very nice place to get out of, said Anderson withquiet certainty. Miss Briggs doesnt seem to think so, said ladies have queer ways of thinking, especiallyin the provinces, said Anderson in a tone of decided dis-paragement. So its Miss Briggs youre expecting totea, sir? Miss Briggs and friend. Ah, I could tell you things about her father, sir!said Anderson with a slightly malignant goodness sake, dont! said Antony looks are enough for me—to say nothing of hismanners, he added. His hands didnt call him Bonny Ben Briggs for noth-ing, sir, said Anderson with a darkling air. I should think not! I should require a large considera-tion to call him bonny anything, said Antony withfervent conviction. Y
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