The Craze of Christina — page 83: what you’re looking at

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The Craze of Christina. | 79 CHAPTER VI. Docker was frankly furious. ‘“*A tea-party, sir!’’ he ejaculated blankly; ‘‘a tea-party here, sir? in this house?’”’ ‘Yes, certainly, where else should it be? in the stables, do you suppose?”’ ‘‘Your uncle, sir, my late master, never had such a thing in the whole course of his life!’’ stated Docker with emphatic indignation. “That is no reason why I should not.”’ “Oh, of course, sir, you are master!’’ with a disagreeable sneer. “Yes, certainly, my good fellow, please do not forget it. I am master.’ Docker hated to be called a ‘‘good fellow,’’ and there was a thundercloud on his brow. ‘Beside which, it ain’t decent! Your poor uncle scarce cold in his grave, so to speak, and a kick up in the house over his corpse!”’ “‘It is three months since Mr. Greville died, Docker; he must be cold by this time,’’ ob- served Clifford pensively. Docker only spread out the palms of his fat Comichooksico