The Club of Queer Trades
other at once affable and underbred, "but we thought perhaps that you might do some thing for the Waifs and Strays. We don't expect—"
"Not here," said the small servant, with the incomparable severity of the menial of the non-philanthropic, and slammed the door in our faces.
"Very sad, very sad—the indifference of these people," said the philanthropist, with gravity, as we went together up the steps. As we did so the motionless figure in the portico suddenly disappeared.
"Well, what do you make of that?" asked Rupert, slapping his gloves together when we got into the street.
I do not mind admitting that I was seriously upset. Under such conditions I had but one thought.
"Don't you think," I said, a trifle timidly, "that we had better tell your brother?"
"Oh, if you like," said Rupert, in a lordly way. "He is quite near, as I promised to meet him at Gloucester Road Station. Shall
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