You know the sort of thing: `Press a Button--A Butler
who Never Drinks.
The stately butler
bowed his head, but made not a sound; and suddenly Master Freddie pointed an eager finger at him.
Utterson's nerves, at this unlooked-for termination, gave a jerk that nearly threw him from his balance; but he recollected his courage and followed the butler
into the laboratory building through the surgical theatre, with its lumber of crates and bottles, to the foot of the stair.
Gerald Arbuthnot Farquhar, Butler
Francis, Footman Lady Hunstanton Lady Caroline Pontefract Lady Stutfield Mrs.
Mills, the butler
, assured him that Captain Donnithorne had given particular orders about it, and would be very angry if Adam was not there.
Here are two capital tragic parts for Yates and Crawford, and here is the rhyming Butler
for me, if nobody else wants it; a trifling part, but the sort of thing I should not dislike, and, as I said before, I am determined to take anything and do my best.
MONTFORD MASON, Butler
to Sir Robert Chiltern PHIPPS, Lord Goring's Servant JAMES }
was standing very pale but very collected before us.
Altogether there are eight maids, the cook, the butler
, two footmen, and a boy.
I shall only detain you a moment," said Mr Butler
, who was a rustic-looking person with red eyebrows and an expression of partial slumber.
Even the fire on the hearth left off blazing, and went to sleep; the jack stopped, and the spit that was turning about with a goose upon it for the king's dinner stood still; and the cook, who was at that moment pulling the kitchen-boy by the hair to give him a box on the ear for something he had done amiss, let him go, and both fell asleep; the butler
, who was slyly tasting the ale, fell asleep with the jug at his lips: and thus everything stood still, and slept soundly.
Any man under thirty years of age who tells you he is not afraid of an English butler
Jackson continued (and Archer saw he was wondering why no one had told the butler
never to slice cucumbers with a steel knife), "then Lemuel Struthers came along.
of the Court of Accounts, who ought to know Charlemagne's text;
These latter the butler
thrust mysteriously forward, wrapped in a napkin, from behind the next man's shoulders and whispered: "Dry Madeira".