Of course there was no answer though the knock was
repeated. When young men overnight drink as much brandy-and-water
as Silverbridge had done, and smoke as many cigars, they are apt
not to hear knocks at their door made at seven o'clock. But there
was no time, not a minute, to be lost. Now, within this minute
that was pressing on him, Tifto must choose his course. He opened
the door and was standing at the young man's head.
'What the d- does this mean?' said his Lordship angrily, as soon
as his visitor had succeeded in waking him. Tifto muttered
something about the horse which Silverbridge failed to understand.
The young man's condition was by no means pleasant. His mouth was
furred by the fumes of tobacco. His head was aching. He was heavy
with sleep, and this intrusion seemed to him to be a final
indignity offered to him by the man whom he now hated. 'What
business have you to come in here?' he said, leaning on his elbow.
'I don't care a straw for the horse. If you have anything to say
send my servant. Get out!'
'Oh;--very well,' said Tifto;--and Tifto got out.
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