"
"I don't want it set out in the commercial room," said Mr. Meldon, "nor
yet in the drawing-room. I want to take it in the kitchen along with
Sabina."
"Is it in the kitchen? Sure that's no place for a gentleman like
yourself to be taking his tea."
"All the same it's there I mean to have it. The fact is, I have a word
or two to say to Sabina privately."
Doyle opened a door at the end of the hall in which they stood, and
shouted down a long passage:
"Sabina, Sabina Gallagher! Are you listening to me? Very well then.
Will you wet some tea in the silver teapot which you'll find beyond
in--"
"I'd prefer the brown one," said Meldon, "if it's all the same to you.
I hate the taste of plate-powder. I don't think it's likely that
Sabina has been wasting her time polishing your silver, but you never
can tell what a girl like that would do."
"In the brown teapot," shouted Doyle. "And set out a cup and saucer on
the kitchen table--"
"Two cups," said Meldon. "I want Sabina to join me, so that I'll be
sure of getting her in a good temper."
"Two cups," shouted Doyle. "And when you have that done be off and
clean yourself as quick as you can, for the Reverend Mr.
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