"He was sitting in my way on the stairs this morning, and as I could not get by, I said, 'Make room, please, Master Splodgkins; you don't own the universe. 'Eth oi doth, he lisped. 'Noime ain't thplodums. Damn th' ooniverth." It was good to hear Basil's whole-hearted laughter. "We ought to have had him to tea," he said regretfully. "He would have delighted Hal.