You've got a chef; but I've got no one to grill my bacon, and that after training Pollyooly to be the finest griller of bacon in England," said the Honourable John Ruffin in a bitterly aggrieved tone.
"Don't you think you're a bit selfish?
You ought to think of the good the country's doing the child," said the duke in a somewhat lofty tone.
The Honourable John Ruffin snarled quietly.
The next afternoon, as he was getting into the car to go to the station, he paused and said in his most amiable tone: "Well, all I can say is: it's a jolly good thing for everybody that Pollyooly isn't six years older." "Oh, get out!" said the duke.
"Especially for Pollyooly," said the Honourable John Ruffin; and he stepped into the car..