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I told him my name quite gently, for he was much too small to be angry with. "Duke of Anything?" he asked, just looking at me for a moment, and then going on with his work. "Not Duke at all," I said, a little ashamed of having to confess it. "Oo're big enough to be two Dukes," said the little creature. "I suppose oo're Sir Something, then?" "No," I said, feeling more and more ashamed.
He reached the futtock rigging, and stopped to expectorate. I was close at his heels, and he looked down to me. "What's up, anyway?" he said. "What's 'e seen? 'oo're we chasin' after?" I said I didn't know, and he swung up into the topmast rigging. I followed on. The chaps on the lee side were about level with us.
The infuriated voice of the Englishman interrupted: "And 'oo're you to give us orders? you 'oo talked so big about 'avin' tied the 'ands of the Lone Wolf and Scotland Yard! You blarsted blow'ard! Bli'me if I don't believe it's you 'oo " "Quietly, Seven! Have you forgotten you have a bad heart? that excitement may mean your sudden death?" The rage of the Englishman ran out in a gasp and a whisper.
There was no resisting such a strong hint as this: however, I pretended to think about it for a moment, and then said "Well, I like 'Ting, ting, ting, best of all." "That shows oo're a good judge of music," Bruno said, with a pleased look. "How many hare-bells would oo like?" And he put his thumb into his mouth to help me to consider.
"Well, but that's not so nice as sitting at the table, is it?" "Of course it isn't," Bruno said, in a tone as if he rather pitied my ignorance; "but if oo're not even Sir Anything, oo ca'n't expect to be allowed to sit at the table, oo know." I said, as meekly as I could, that I didn't expect it, but it was the only way of going to a dinner-party that I really enjoyed.
''Oo're you, I should like to know? said Bill. Mike, rightly holding that this was merely a rhetorical question and that Bill had no real thirst for information as to his family history, made no reply. Or, rather, the reply he made was not verbal. He waited till his questioner was within range, and then hit him in the eye.
"We must have got to the Fifth Act by this time!" "Third Act, I assure you," said the young soldier mercilessly. "Scene, a railway-platform. Lights down. What is your Royal Highness next command.?" And he made a most courtier-like low bow to his puzzled little friend. "Oo're not a Servant!" Bruno scornfully exclaimed. "Oo're a Gemplun!" "Servant, I assure your Royal Highness!"
Now I'll tell oo what I'll do, as oo're so fond of Fairies. I'll get oo an invitation to the Fairy-King's dinner-party. I know one of the head-waiters." I couldn't help laughing at this idea. "Do the waiters invite the guests?" I asked. "Oh, not to sit down!" Bruno said. "But to wait at table. Oo'd like that, wouldn't oo? To hand about plates, and so on."
He groaned, but instantly added, with a chuckle, "As to myself, I think you mentioned that I am " "Oo're the Professor!" Bruno shouted in his ear. "Didn't oo know that? Oo've come from Outland! And it's ever so far away from here!" The Professor leapt to his feet with the agility of a boy. "Then there's no time to lose!" he exclaimed anxiously. Guileless peasant!" he proceeded in a louder voice.
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