"I think we shall be able to help each other," said the person with great suavity: "and shall have no need of Mr. Bowls's kind services. Mr. Bowls, if you please, we will ring when we want you." He went downstairs, where, by the way, he vented the most horrid curses upon the unoffending footman, his subordinate.
"It is a pity you take on so, Miss Briggs," the young lady said, with a cool, slightly sarcastic, air.
"My dearest friend is so ill, and wo-o-on't see me," gurgled out Briggs in an agony of renewed grief.

"I think we have no further need of Mr. Bowls's kind services," said the person suavely. "Mr. Bowls, we will ring when we want you."
Once he had left, she added with a cool, slightly sarcastic air, "It is a pity you take on so, Miss Briggs."
"My dearest friend is so ill, and wo-o-on't see me," gurgled Briggs in an agony of grief.
