"
"THAT window, sir?"
"Yes, sir, that very one."
"Why, it opens into the airshaft, sir."
"To be sure it does. You have to look straight upward, of course, if
you want to see heaven, you know. And speaking of the airshaft, I am
reminded that it is really quite a picturesque one at times. The
windows across the way are sometimes very interesting, provided the
shades are up. Usually, however, when the shades over yonder are up, I
see to it that ours are down."
"May I fill your glass again, sir?"
"Is it empty?"
"Quite, sir."
"If you don't mind, Diggs, I think I shall save the rest of the wine
until after the children have gone," said Mr. Bingle, slowly.
Diggs reflected. "Very good, sir. A splendid idea, sir."
"And then I shall ask you and Watson and Melissa and Mrs. Watson to
drink with me to Mrs. Bingle."
"Thank you, sir."
"It does my heart good to see the way these young rascals eat, Diggs.
They haven't had a dinner like this in a long time. Have a little more
chicken, Wilberforce--and some Brussels sprouts.
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