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"What in hell's the matter with that Bill?" said Jake. "Seems like as if he's full, but he can't be." "Beel, hee's an angry dog for sure," said Jean, with a grin. "Looks 'most as if he's sick," said Jake. "H'm! Hate-seeck, mebbe," replied Jean, as the two turned to the task of preparing their own supper.
On the evening previous Van Hee had gone over to his office to lock up preparatory to our early start for Brussels. A woman of Louvain stood on the doorstep. How on earth she had ever got back to Ghent, neither Van Hee nor Luther, who was in Van Hee's office and who told me the story, could make out from her incoherent words.
"'What in natur' is this, sais I, as I gave Old Clay a crack of the whip, to push on. 'There is some critters here, I guess, that have found a haw haw's nest, with a tee hee's egg in it. What's in the wind now? Well, a sudden turn of the road brought me to where they was, and who should they be but French officers from the Prince's ship, travellin' incog. in plain clothes.
There is a curious inedited notice of this personage in Saltonstall's Picturæ Loquentes, 1635: "a chamberlaine is as nimble as Hamlet's ghost, heere and everywhere, and when he has many guests, stands most upon his pantofles, for hee's then a man of some calling."
Bred. You are nobely provident. Vand. And now proceed when it please you, and what you thinck fit We shall subscribe to all. Or. I thanck your Honours. Call in the Captaine of my Guard. Serv. Hee's here, Sir. Enter Captaine. Or. Harck in your eare. Cap. I shall, Sir. Or. Doe it wisely And without tumult. Cap. I observe your Grace. Or.
I do not like this stratageme; Sir Francis Must not heere practise his Court tricks; I wo'not Enter Surgeon. Trust my wives surgerie. Hee's come. How ist, Noble Sir Francis? Enter Underwit, Dorothy, Captaine, Thomas. Un. Madam and gentlemen, Mistris Dorothy wo'not acknowledge she is a knight's daughter; she sweares she knows no Littleland. Do.
These remarks, being thoroughly in accord with the sentiments of the braves, were received with a storm of "Ho's," "How's," "Hi's," and "Hee's," which effectually drowned the cheeky one's "Hum's," and greatly encouraged the chief, who thereafter broke forth in a flow of language which was more in keeping with his name.
"Hee's not fonny dat she bre'ks t'rough," he said. "I 'ave see dem bre'k t'rough two, t'ree tam in de day, but nevaire dat she get drown! W'en dose dam-fool can't t'ink wit' hees haid sacre Dieu! eet is so easy, to chok' dat cheval she make me cry wit' de eye!" "I suppose it was a good deal my fault," commented Radway, doubtfully shaking his head, after Laveque had left the office.
"But I don't want Kay to fall in love with Don Mike if he isn't going to fall in love with her," she protested, in her earnestness raising her voice, as was frequently her habit. The patio gate latch clicked and Pablo Artelan stood in the aperture. "Señora," he said gravely. "Ef I am you I don' worry very much about those boy. Before hee's pretty parteecular.
"No?" cried John Parker, feigning profound amazement. "Es verdad. Eet ees true, señor. Those boy hee's happy, no? Eh?" "Apparently." "You bet you my life. Well, las' night those boy hee's peench weeth his thumb an' theese fingair what you suppose?" "I give it up, Pablo." Pablo wiped away with a saddle-colored paw a benignant and paternal smile. He wagged his head and scuffed his heel in the dirt.
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