Goodwyn-Sandys had
drawn the Misses Buzza into a lively conversation; had told Sophy of
some new songs; and had even promised them all some hints on the very
latest gowns, before Sam Buzza, weary of silence, called across the
room--
"I say, dad, what do you think is the news about the seedy-looking
fellow you treated by mistake to all that speechifying?"
The Admiral looked daggers, but Sam was imperturbable.
"Ho, ho! I say, Mr. Goodwyn-Sandys, the governor took him for you,
and welcomed him to Troy in his best style-flower in his buttonhole
and all--'twas as good as a play. Well, the fellow has taken Kit's
House."
"Kit's House!"
"Yes, and lives there all alone, with Caleb Trotter for servant.
I'd advise you to call, now that you've got your Sunday best on.
I'm sure he'd like to thank you for that speech you made him."
"Be quiet, sir!"
"Oh, very well; only I thought I'd mention it. I'm afraid I must be
going, Mrs. Goodwyn-Sandys." Sam held out his hand.
"Must you? Good-bye, then," she said, "but remember, you have to
come and be taught innocence."
"Oh, I'll remember, never fear," answered Sam, and departed.
The Admiral also rose.
"I trust," he said, "that this may be the beginning of a pleasant
intimacy. My wife will be most happy to give you any information
concerning our little town that I may have omitted.
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