in at a hotel;--and a drop of something to drink after it."

"And don't they like it now?"

"I think they like it well enough, but they don't do it. I suppose
it's their wives as don't let 'em come out and enjoy themselves.
There used to be the Goose and Glee club;--that was once a month.
They've gone and clean done away with themselves,--that club has.
There's old Bumpter in the High Street,--he's the last of the old
Geese. They died off, you see, and when Mr. Biddle died they wouldn't
choose another president. A club for having dinner, sir, ain't
nothing without a president."

"I suppose not."

"And there's the Freemasons. They must meet, you know, sir, in
course, because of the dooties. But if you'll believe me, sir, they
don't so much as wet their whistles. They don't indeed. It always
used to be a supper, and that was once a month. Now they pays a
rent for the use of the room! Who is to get a living out of that,
sir?--not in the way of a waiter, that is."

"If that's the way things are going on I suppose the servants leave
their places pretty often?"

"I don't know about that, sir. A man may do a deal worse than 'The
Dragon of Wantly'. Them as goes away to better themselves, often
worses themselves, as I call it. I've seen a good deal of that."

"And you stick to the old shop?"

"Yes, sir; I've been here fifteen years, I think it is. There's a
many goes away, as doesn't go out of their own heads, you know, sir."

"They get the sack, you mean?"

"There's words between them and master--or more likely, missus.
That's where it is. Servants is so foolish. I often tell 'em how
wrong folks are to say that soft words butter no parsnips, and hard
words break no bones."

"I think you've lost some of the old hands here since this time last
year, John?"

"You knows the house then, sir?"

"Well;--I've been here before."

"There was four of them went, I think it's just about twelve months
back, sir."

"There was a man in the yard I used to know, and last time I was down
here, I found that he was gone."

"There was one of 'em out of the yard, and two out of the house.
Master and them had got to very high words. There was poor Scuttle,
who had been post-boy at 'The Compasses' before he came here."

"He went to New Zealand, didn't he?"

"B'leve he did, sir; or to some foreign parts. And Anne, as was
under-chambermaid here; she went with him, fool as she was. They got
themselves married and went off, and he