And，withasmilethatwasmeanttobequizzical，Williamturnedandbegantoshifttheteapotsaboutagain。
But，Mr。William，why——thatis，whatwillMr。BertramandMissBillydo——withoutyou？’
venturedtheoldman。
Therewasasuddentinklingcrash。Onthefloorlaythefragmentsofasilver-lusterteapot。
Theservantexclaimedaloudindismay，buthismasterdidnotevenglancetowardhisoncetreasuredpossessiononthefloor。