Judson, the Fitzroy-Hugh’s butler, peered over his aquiline nose and said,
“Ah, her Ladyship’s new hall clock. Be so good as to deliver it at the back door.”
So Alf replaced his cap and, taking up the top end, nodded to young Jack to lift the bottom end again. They descended the grand steps to the drive, then proceeded towards the side of the house.
“How come”, asked the lad at length “if the clock’s for the hall, we can’t just take it into the hall through the front door?”
“Now that wouldn’t be the nature of things, lad”, answered the older man, wisely. “That would be efficient and expedient, and where would that leave our betters?”
“You see, when was the last time our country was led by a mathematician, a scientist or an engineer?”, continued Alf.
“Once the people had efficiencies, the lawyers, the bankers, and whatnot wouldn’t get a look in.”
“So we have to go the long way around?”, said Jack.
“That’s right, lad”, concluded Alf. “It’s the natural order.”
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