who left this monkey here?
i don’t know, madam. has he been up to any mischief?
it is not up to to you to question his behavior. i only wish to know how he got here.
he probably came through the front door.
through the front door? was the front door open?
yes, madam, it was. to expunge the great blooming fumes from polishing the front staircase.
are you really telling me that you can not polish the front staircase without allowing monkeys into the house?
some days monkeys get into the house no matter what you do.
this discussion is ended. dispose of the monkey, if you please.
i know that monkey. his name is aldrich.
come along, aldrich. back to the great outdoors with you.
he seems a tame sort. i would go so far as to call him polite.
rather a serious chap for a monkey, i’ll give you that.
call him what you will, he’s still a monkey.
you never know, he might be something else in disguise.
just what do you mean by that?
i believe he might be prester john, or the wandering jew.
that did not occur to me.
well, you never know sometimes.
i wonder if he escaped from a zoo.
he seems to know the rules of polite society. look at him, sitting there minding his own business like the pope.
any questions, aldrich? no? then we had best be on our way before madam returns.
the garden looks quite nice today.
yes, the oleanders look especially optimistic.
afterwards, the house reverted to its eternal routine, as it was necessary that it should.
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