Part 8 (1/2)
And so I knew my peace was made
I looked for some banter from Courtney, but there was none; only a bit of a srey moustache What he said was:
”Come, let us circle the room and see e know”
”We know none, if I',” I said
”Queer state of affairs,” he reflected; ”the true Heir Presuer in the Court”
”Oh! drop that nonsense,” I said
His hand went up to his imperial ”Nonsense? Well, hed ”My dear fellow,” I said, ”you are beco sentimental, and without even the excuse of a pretty woman in the case”
He faced toward the throne ”You don't act like a blind man,” he said
”I can see the Princess very clearly, but only with Major Dalberg's eyes,” I replied
”But if you were proclaimed the----”
I cut hi, and Spanish Castles don't beco, ne_ It has builded many upon weaker foundations than this one, that have, in tiood thing that we army fellows are called upon, occasionally, to tuhed ”You poor military men don't know it's only the phantoive you a chance at any others”
”So I've been a Don Quixote all these years and didn't know it?”
”About that!”
”And that warrants you in sending ainst this foolish heir-presumptive windmill”
”But if it were to prove no windmill?”
”Surely,” I said--”Surely, you are not serious?”
He gave lances and his hand went back to his chin
”'Quien sabe?' as the Spaniard would say, Major; 'Quien sabe?'” he replied
”Don't be an ass, Courtney,” I exclaimed ”And don't play me for one, either”
A lift of the eyebroas his answer--but Courtney could saya King,” he reflected
I ignored him