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"Poo you be starved, Aaron dear," rapped out little Wagtail; "you came here, because you thought you should have more fun, and escape the formality of the big ship, and eke the Captain's sour claret." "Ah," said Gelid, "my fine fellow," with his usual Creole drawl, "you did not wait for my opinion. Ah oh why, Captain Cringle, a thousand pardons.
"Keep, at him, Mr Jigmaree;" and as I feared he was running us in under the land, I dived to consult the chart. There, in the cabin, I found Wagtail, Gelid, and Bang, sitting smoking on each side of the small table, with some brandy and water before them. "Ah," quoth Gelid, "ah! fighting a little? Not pleasant in the evening, certainly."
Whilst she moved, she shot from her delicate lids retiring glances, tipped with venom and ambrosia, My breast received the shafts. Words cannot paint my agony. Vain were the lunar rays or gelid streams to cool my body's fever, whilst my mind whirls in perpetual round and does not know rest. Requested by Lavangika, I gave her the flowery wreath.
Wagtail and Gelid were sitting on the side I stood on, so that I could not see them, although I heard every word they said. Presently Bang entered, and sat down opposite his allies. He crossed his arms, and leant down over the table, looking at them steadily. "My dear Aaron," I could hear little Wagtail say, "speak, man, don't frighten a body so."
The friar could not say, Farewell to the forest, without something of a heavy heart: and he sang as he turned his back upon its bounds, occasionally reverting his head: Ye woods, that oft at sultry noon Have o'er me spread your messy shade: Ye gushing streams, whose murmured tune Has in my ear sweet music made, While, where the dancing pebbles show Deep in the restless fountain-pool The gelid water's upward flow, My second flask was laid to cool: Ye pleasant sights of leaf and flower: Ye pleasant sounds of bird and bee: Ye sports of deer in sylvan bower: Ye feasts beneath the greenwood tree: Ye baskings in the vernal sun: Ye slumbers in the summer dell: Ye trophies that this arm has won: And must ye hear your friar's farewell?
Here Paul and I laughed outright; but Mr Wagtail appeared out of sorts, somehow; and Swop looked first at one, and then at another, with a look of the most ludicrous uncertainty as to whether Mr Bang was quizzing him, or telling a verity. "Why, Wagtail," said Gelid, "what ails you, my boy?" I looked towards our little amiable fat friend.
Shivering from her long submersion in the gelid waters of the mountain stream, she cautiously emerged, struggling between light-hearted laughter at the comedy of her escape and rueful worry about the fact that she was not only deeply chilled but had no clothes which were not wet. Her soaked spelling-book, also, gave her much concern.
"Why, my dear sir, to say the truth, that is my first attempt; full of trash, believe me; what else could you expect, from so mere a lad as I was when I wrote it?" "The child is father to the man," Tom, my boy; so may I peruse it; may I read it for the edification of my learned allies, Pepperpot Wagtail, and Paul Gelid, esquires?"
"My good friend," quoth Wagtail, in a thin weak voice, "I can't tell I don't know; but this I perceive, that I am unable to rise, whether it has risen or no." "Ah weak," quoth Gelid, who had now entered the room. "Nay," said Pepperpot, "not so weak as deucedly sore, and on a very unromantic spot, my dears."
He had the scientific detachment to pull out his watch and furtively note the hour. Yes it was exactly forty minutes since he had rung the Spence door-bell and handed his card to a gelid footman, who, openly sceptical of his claim to be received, had left him unceremoniously planted on the cold tessellations of the vestibule.
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