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The King pulled down his ruffles and went on. "A rhyme to King Ormund, eh?" Dear me! Then you are one of the conspirators? 'I have that honour, replied Yellow-cap. 'In fact, I am the chief of them; and I can, if you like, tell you the names of the others, he added, glancing at the Prime Maniac and his companions.
'Here is the throne, please your Worship, said the half-witted youth, leading forward the donkey. 'And here is the Archbishop, at your service, said one of the persons in the white dominoes, making a bow. 'That won't do, said Yellow-cap sharply. 'You are the Prime Maniac only you have shaved your moustachios. 'That makes all the difference, please your Highness, replied the other humbly.
At the same time they puffed out a vast cloud of tobacco-smoke, which rose to the ceiling of the room and collected there. 'Do you mean me? cried Yellow-cap, recoiling. 'I never made a rhyme in my life. 'You have said it! they answered with one voice; 'so let it be!
And you have not yet answered his Majesty's question. 'Ah! I beg pardon, muttered Yellow-cap. 'I what did you say? I yes that is no! No, I am not so fortunate in love as I seem to be in other things. Ah me! Rosamund! 'Well, well, said the King, with a particularly arch look, 'I dare say we shall be able to do you a good turn in that way too.
There was a round of applause at this speech, but neither so long nor so loud as at that of the King. 'I hope we may not again be parted, said his Majesty graciously. 'In fact, I really don't know what I should have done without you. Here Yellow-cap felt a gentle pull at his sleeve, and looking round he saw that Silvia was holding out to him a small slip of paper.
'You must not say that, said Silvia in a low voice, twitching his sleeve again; 'it isn't in your part. 'I shall take my own part, returned Yellow-cap, loud enough to be heard all over the theatre, 'and do what I like with it. 'That's the talk! called out a man from the pit. 'Give it 'em, youngster, and we'll see fair play.
At this a man in the pit began to hiss, and the police tried to take him into custody; but they could not find out his address, and therefore let him alone. 'Where would we be indeed! murmured King Yellow-cap thoughtfully. 'Nevertheless, he continued, again fixing his eyes upon the veiled woman, 'I am resolved to question these people; and this pantomime shall not go on until I have done so.
Each had a playbook beside his plate, and they were apparently studying their parts for the morning performance. 'Good morning! Fine day for the deposition, said Gyp, acting as spokesman for the rest. 'Have a bone? 'I have no appetite, replied Yellow-cap. 'Why are you all dressed in white? 'So that we may be the blacker inside, said Ruba, looking up from his book.
'Who is to find the rhyme to "King Ormund?" inquired Yellow-cap, to whom this affair began to look rather irregular. 'Who but the usurper? cried all the Brethren together. 'And who is he? said Yellow-cap. Hereupon the Brethren one and all took their pipes out of their mouths and deliberately pointed at Yellow-cap with their pipe-stems.
Yellow-cap did as he was desired. The reflection in the glass lifted the corresponding finger and laid it beside the nose of no other than the central head. 'Would you mind winking your left eye? continued Gyp. Yellow-cap did so. The central head alone winked back. 'Now you might stick out your tongue, suggested Gyp.
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