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"
I
would
have
you
know
,
sir
,
that
,
young
or
old
,
there
has
never
been
a
time
in
my
life
when
I
was
afraid
to
speak
my
mind
to
an
ignorant
coxcomb
—
yes
,
sir
,
an
ignorant
coxcomb
,
if
you
had
as
many
titles
as
slaves
could
invent
and
fools
could
adopt
.
"
For
a
moment
Lord
John
’
s
eyes
blazed
,
and
then
,
with
a
tremendous
effort
,
he
mastered
his
anger
and
leaned
back
in
his
seat
with
arms
folded
and
a
bitter
smile
upon
his
face
.
To
me
all
this
was
dreadful
and
deplorable
.
Like
a
wave
,
the
memory
of
the
past
swept
over
me
,
the
good
comradeship
,
the
happy
,
adventurous
days
—
all
that
we
had
suffered
and
worked
for
and
won
.
That
it
should
have
come
to
this
—
to
insults
and
abuse
!
Suddenly
I
was
sobbing
—
sobbing
in
loud
,
gulping
,
uncontrollable
sobs
which
refused
to
be
concealed
.
My
companions
looked
at
me
in
surprise
.
I
covered
my
face
with
my
hands
.
"
It
’
s
all
right
,
"
said
I
.
"
Only
—
only
it
is
such
a
pity
!
"
"
You
’
re
ill
,
young
fellah
,
that
’
s
what
’
s
amiss
with
you
,
"
said
Lord
John
.
"
I
thought
you
were
queer
from
the
first
.
"
"
Your
habits
,
sir
,
have
not
mended
in
these
three
years
,
"
said
Summerlee
,
shaking
his
head
.
"
I
also
did
not
fail
to
observe
your
strange
manner
the
moment
we
met
.
You
need
not
waste
your
sympathy
,
Lord
John
.
These
tears
are
purely
alcoholic
.
The
man
has
been
drinking
.
By
the
way
,
Lord
John
,
I
called
you
a
coxcomb
just
now
,
which
was
perhaps
unduly
severe
.
But
the
word
reminds
me
of
a
small
accomplishment
,
trivial
but
amusing
,
which
I
used
to
possess
.
You
know
me
as
the
austere
man
of
science
.
Can
you
believe
that
I
once
had
a
well
-
deserved
reputation
in
several
nurseries
as
a
farmyard
imitator
?
Perhaps
I
can
help
you
to
pass
the
time
in
a
pleasant
way
.
Would
it
amuse
you
to
hear
me
crow
like
a
cock
?
"
"
No
,
sir
,
"
said
Lord
John
,
who
was
still
greatly
offended
,
"
it
would
not
amuse
me
.
"
"
My
imitation
of
the
clucking
hen
who
had
just
laid
an
egg
was
also
considered
rather
above
the
average
.
Might
I
venture
?
"
"
No
,
sir
,
no
—
certainly
not
.
"
But
in
spite
of
this
earnest
prohibition
,
Professor
Summerlee
laid
down
his
pipe
and
for
the
rest
of
our
journey
he
entertained
—
or
failed
to
entertain
—
us
by
a
succession
of
bird
and
animal
cries
which
seemed
so
absurd
that
my
tears
were
suddenly
changed
into
boisterous
laughter
,
which
must
have
become
quite
hysterical
as
I
sat
opposite
this
grave
Professor
and
saw
him
—
or
rather
heard
him
—
in
the
character
of
the
uproarious
rooster
or
the
puppy
whose
tail
had
been
trodden
upon
.
Once
Lord
John
passed
across
his
newspaper
,
upon
the
margin
of
which
he
had
written
in
pencil
,
"
Poor
devil
!
Mad
as
a
hatter
.
